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by MARCUS KUAN (Singapore)
It was several months until we discovered the damage it had wrought.
by ALENA LIN (Singapore)
With plates of food in hand, you are forced to greet vaguely familiar faces.
by SHAYNA LENG (Singapore)
Their shells pricked my fingers, the spikes digging tauntingly into my skin.
by ELIJAH LIU (Singapore)
Water waits and wastes away in wilted states. It waxes and wanes in winter weather and slips away in the spring fever.
by AURELLI LAZUARDI (Singapore)
Negro Swan allows Devonte Hynes to address his struggles as a young black man in the UK.
by JUNFANG ZHANG (Singapore)
Perpetually sitting in a corner of my room is a large carrier bag filled with cast-off clothes.
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