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i used to shop at newmarket mall until i realised it was a spaceship run by evil aliens and was subsequently abducted
In this poem, Zephyr Zhang discovers that the Westfield Newmarket is not all that it seems, and that some malls have transcended mere commerce.
Tag: Newmarket
In a dream, you saw a way to survive, and you were filled with joy.
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