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Oct 2015
Her heart is a cotton ball
made of steal around the edges
- roughly molded to go against
and beneath the stormy waves
but tenderly so,
to stay out on the rain
catching pours
that were meant
to soak others.
Hanna Mae Mata
Written by
Hanna Mae Mata  21/F/Ph
(21/F/Ph)   
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