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xii

I may stop my breathing
but I will never die.
You will find me
in my writings–
In my pain-knitted poems
And in my farewells
in the form of write-ups.
I will live through
the books I used to read
And songs I used to sing
I will exist the photographs
where I looked happy
In the video clips
I was ashamed to be in
I will be in every empty boxes
I loved to collect
Or the tiny toys
on my memory capsule
Or in the candy wrappers
staffed inside the lipstick box

You can find me
in everything that I love.
All you have to do
is to remember.

xii: “she who lives a thousand lives”