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May 2020
*******, frozen
Stricken with strife.
Somehow in peace,
Is this my life?

Grandiose historical
Fridge Friction.
Yet, hope jumps up
At our intersection.

Think of the negativity.
You have to let go.
Eyes like ice,
Melts as river flows.
Written by
Sin wah  26/F
(26/F)   
63
   Pax
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