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Nov 2018
i see her on the cross of the street
smiling
and wave her hand

i see her on the cross of the room
laughing
and hold her stomach

i see her on the cross of the shadow
sitting
and say nothing

then i wake up and realize
she was there
praying
and hoping
as the plane touch the ocean.
it's been week and you still not identified. is the ocean wants you stay?
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