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Jul 2021
She stares at the bookshelf
The top is cluttered
she cannot bring herself to clean it
For she is too small
Instead cleans from the middle down
It wasn't hard at all
If only she were tall
Then again, she prefers
to be small
Stone
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Stone  19/F
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     JR and Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
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