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Nov 2017
A silent walk to MGateau’s.
My own journey.
I hear their voices loud,
I hear their voices clear
Sinking in the dreams of others.
Faint sounds, all a faraway distance.
Some memories are left here.
Layers twisted into fold.
A walk to a cafe in Taiyuan.
Written by
Andrew Duggan
126
   Carina
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