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Nov 2017
Do you hear the footsteps drumming through our shopping malls?
Make no mistake, they have become our new-age hallowed halls
Cookie-cutting each of us
To unlined paper dolls
Written by
Krista DelleFemine  Massachusetts
(Massachusetts)   
69
     A Shuli, Jobira and Toriana
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