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Andrea McBride<\/h1>\n

Mourning<\/span><\/h2>\n
Once the world
\n<\/span>stopped turning
\n<\/span>the oceans
\n<\/span>became still
\n<\/span>as lakes.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n

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\u00a0Andrea McBride<\/span><\/strong> has always been fascinated by the magic of language and tries to make the best use of\u00a0<\/span>it through poetry.<\/span><\/em><\/div>\n

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