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Jun 2018
I was 10 hours away from your home.
10 hours away from being all alone.
10 hours since we've both been on the phone.
10 hours to know that we've been on our own.

Each distance lowers down that 10.
Like how we've always come closer back then.
Always pretending to know if when
we can always be together again.

And now, I'm 10 hours away from being there.
10 hours since I've been under your care.
10 hours of losing my same breath of air
10 hours of knowing this distance is not "where".
midnight poetry stroke
Acina Joy
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Acina Joy  17/F/On earth, not Mars
(17/F/On earth, not Mars)   
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   Rick, Boygene Borice and JL Smith
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