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May 2016
There was a long period of time where I was not fond of my name.
My name was just an identity that was ****** upon me at birth.
I had no connection to it.
My name was just a phrase people would use to get my attention.
But when my name escaped your lips  I couldn't help but fall in love with it.
Shelby Azilda
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Shelby Azilda
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   Juliet, --- and The Lunchtime Poet
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