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Oct 2018
Ding went the phone
when I was alone.
Thud went my feet,
loud like drumbeats.
Ding went the sound
then a small frown.
A sigh came from me;
it wasn't from he.
What if I was on the receiving end of the frown, though?
Denise Uy
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Denise Uy  17/F
(17/F)   
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