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Nov 2017
I am like a salt,
I preserve and do not rot those around me
Within
I bless them with a friendship that which they feel like they win
I go higher above the drop and discard
I stay, I pray, I work hard
For the heart and spirit and feeling within
To fight for a person, so I feel I win
Tyese Chumov
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Tyese Chumov  19/F
(19/F)   
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