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Feb 2016
She wanders guided by her lost soul.
She spills arts coming from her pure heart;
She writes words no one can understand,
yet she speaks it like it was kept in her mind
for so long, just waiting for someone to find it.
She is a masterpiece of her own,
but she has a heart of stone.
Rina139
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Rina139  F/Malawi
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