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Mar 2016
She was like the air, you couldn't see her, but you could feel her,
And you knew that she was there.
She was like the moon, beautiful and brilliant, and so lightly for the moon walkers.
Also, she was like the darkness, deep and empty.
And her heart, god ! Her ******* heart was cold as an ice  & strong as a stone;but in the good hands that heart could melted just like the ice cubes melted under the sun:slowly and fascinating.
She feels like the ******* death but also she was like a shot of life.
Tuesday|08|2016
Fernanda Moncada
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Fernanda Moncada  Wornderland
(Wornderland)   
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   Got Guanxi, --- and SPT
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