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Apr 2019
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"I pick up your promises like seashells. Beautiful. Empty. I raise them to my ear for the sugar of your voice, but all I hear is salt."
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Stained Glass  17/F
(17/F)   
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       Berenice, ---, Catharsis, Lye, Ruheen and 2 others
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