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Dec 2015
I am my fathers daughter
My mothers heartache
My sisters companion
My lovers guide
I am a woman

Watch me
With those graceful eyes
Tugging at the strings of my heart
The masters puppet
A puppeteering master
Now Im the artist
And your my painting

Yet somewhere amongst the shores
Rests, The forgotten stone
wearing a thousand faces  
Tearing up the sky
They call it the shooting star
Heavenly
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Heavenly  London
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