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Aug 2016
I hope my bird crashes,
And turn me into nothingβ€”
nothing, but dust and ashes.
And force me out of my senses.
And rob me out of my existence.

I'm lost forever
to the sea;
to the waves;
to the salt;
to the blue.

Take me in,
*I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours.
Ilona Inezita
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