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Oct 2014
Darkened room
Soft voices
I enter
Moving quietly
I don't belong
Every movement is deafening
The group's voices rise together
We make eye contact
I turn to leave through a dark, narrow stairwell
I hear the voices
In haunting harmony
Chase me through the hall
Ena Alysopriono
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Ena Alysopriono
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