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 Apr 22 Andre
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 Apr 22 Andre
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 Apr 22 Andre
NoHayPila
Alone she waits where waves won't sleep,
The sea her grave, the sky her keep.
For love, for hope, for what can't be,
Just bones adrift in memory.

No voice to cry, no soul to see,
Yet still she waits eternally.
Time turned her into bone and air,
But still she lingers, as if one cared.

— The End —