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Jun 2020
While she lay in bed
With her head on the pillow
She could still see
A small patch of silver woven in twilight
And shadowy pale forms
Dancing in the empty room
Whenever
She turned her head
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Somewhere over nowhere  17/F
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       Ayesha, Mark S, Colm, Shrika and Aparna
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