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Her existence

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.
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Jul 12, 2015
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#poem#poetry#life#pain#lost#art#beauty#thoughts#masterpiece#prose
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