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May 2018
I found her singing in heaven,
and I couldn't believe it,
because I shouldn't even be there yet,
and I hear her sing to me,
that I deserved it--to be there next to her.

And here I am now,
listening to songs not quite matching her words,
and I'm waiting for the day
to join something
that's not even there
anymore.
A small poem I made nights ago before I went to bed around 2 in the morning.
Acina Joy
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Acina Joy  17/F/On earth, not Mars
(17/F/On earth, not Mars)   
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   Elizabeth Burns
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