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May 2017
As the moon sank
I heard a faint flow
Of an inky darkness
In a cry of a gifted owl
I should think it's nothing
But the cricket in a crook
Is humming hymns
Of surplus stillness
That has yet to come
Hannah Gold
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Hannah Gold  17/F/Riverview Fl
(17/F/Riverview Fl)   
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