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Jun 2016
She painted a Demon
And titled it with Your Name.

It was her prized possession
She showed it to a thousand.

Till the day she changed her mind
You are not a Demon; You are kind.  

But no one saw you the same anymore.

Then she changed the title-
My Name.

It is her new prized possession
She showed it to another thousand.

Nothing is the same anymore.
You enjoy painting people's mind with stories. You can't exactly erase what you painted, can you? But I gotta admit, you are a great artist. I have always known that.
Bella Anima
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Bella Anima  Singapore.
(Singapore.)   
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