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Apr 2015
Today's sun was never bothered by any clouds
Counting the planes easily
My eyes can't accept anymore the gleam
The road change it's hue,
It seems to be white
The warmth I need is too much
I'm alone
Sitting beside a hill
Waiting under a finite shadow of a tree
Viewing the mermaid lion blows
Just burning the patience within
Let me evaporate along
Condensate me pure
So that  tears can hide between sweat
Let the memories be recover
One year on the same summer
Still here
Just like before
Waiting
Alex Cross
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Alex Cross  221b Baker Street, London
(221b Baker Street, London)   
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   Peter Simon
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