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May 2015
Just like that, she shed her last dimond.
She didn't want no riches,
Nor did she want anything else bar one thing...

That one thing that she so dearly desired, craved with every heartbeat.

It was something so small, yet, so magnificent.
Its worth was far beyond any riches one could comprehend nor imagine.

It was wild,
Exuburating,
Wild like hell flames and pure like the innocence of a child.
Anna Ivanova
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Anna Ivanova  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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