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JOy Tong

Tiny Love Poem

It is witching hour:
three thirty-three.
coffee cups
and flickering phone pixels from unanswered messages
are no holy trinity.

And later this morning
I will brave the winds, remember
how we’d hold hands down the street,
chins tucked like birds against the chill.
And how, when we laughed,
the balloons in our chests would inflate.

Joy Tong is a proud Kiwi-Asian hailing from Auckland. A Year 13 student at St Cuthbert’s College, she can be best found cuddling a stranger’s dog, playing with words or staring at the stars.