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Feb 2016
I have been growing winter inside me,
That with sharp ice, rock crystals
And the saddest pour of frost.
See how I am not that empty after all.
Hanna Mae Mata
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Hanna Mae Mata  21/F/Ph
(21/F/Ph)   
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