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1d
She walks and they talk
through the food-hall,
asian cuisine on the menus
a tray to help yourself,
sits alone with
her ginger chicken
spicy and hot,
doesn't feel alone
with the strangers
chatting a-lot.
RyanGeoffreyHayward
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RyanGeoffreyHayward  46/M/Australia
(46/M/Australia)   
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