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Hope

to wait in vain
to wait for nothing
to be the dream
at the break of dawn

the road that leads
into lost knee-high grass
a warm cake in
an abandoned house

to miss the end
of the conversation
and smile
expecting
a fast reply

to be tomorrow
when there’s no future
a debt
a promise
a queue
a god

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Rant

Saipan

As I sat on the edge of the sea, water folding on my lap like a warm blanket, I thought that even though people come and go, and sometimes nobody likes me, I have always managed to bring happiness upon myself.

And there I was, all on my own, doing just about that.