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Mar 2022
xi.
quiet
what viscous a sound

noise
like dust on a wall
the hand moves
and wears it
stills then
and becomes it

this city tumbles
a restless fall
30/03/2022
Ayesha
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Ayesha  20/F/Silver Sea
(20/F/Silver Sea)   
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