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My Cousin, like a sister

I loved her like a sister,

we lost her in an unlucky disaster.

A bullet that came through faster,

changed our lives sadly ever after.

—–

I still can’t believe that you are dead

Even though it’s what everybody said.

further injustice is what I really dread,

and authorities’ pockets that need to be fed.

—–

November 9 2015

dedicated to Reena Franchesca Cruz (April 29 1992-October 15 2015)

Note: this is also uploaded via my instagram account with a photo of her grave.

Excerpt from one of my books: Radical.Immortal.Poetry. (R.I.P.)

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★Born again Christian ★BS Tourism Graduate ★Artist ★Musician ★Poet/Writer ★Bookworm ★Japanophile ★Choleric/Melancholic #LittleBlackStar

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