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Jan 2016
You
In the stillness of a photograph,
I found life, moving in light speed,
Shooting the very nerve that bears
Every bit of sense that there is in me.
It has always been
the pigments of your photograph,
That touches the sky before the sun,
The shore before the sea,
The pages before the words,
And my heart before me.
Hanna Mae Mata
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Hanna Mae Mata  21/F/Ph
(21/F/Ph)   
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