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Sep 2017
Her
her hair is dark.
rays of golden light shine throw white curtians onto it as she sleeps in the morning.

her eyes are golden
stars dance in them everytime she smiles.

she walks through moonlit gardens with shallow ponds,
and through firey tunnels where her demons hide.

she is beautful
but not weak

she is strong, and powerful
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Ella
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Ella  14/F
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     Shadowhollow and Pradip Chattopadhyay
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