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Dec 2017
I'm desparate for that girl,
She's slumbering I know
For my heart had turn cold.
She's a girl who sees
Through crystal clear eyes,
She discerns the black from the white
Even what's in between
the intersecting line.
She serves because she's loved
She doesn't please others
to quench her thirst.
I'm trying to wake her up
I need that girl in me.
The beauty I seek
That radiates love
with ever heartbeat.
Inner beauty is the best kind of beautiful. But for most of us it's in a dormant state.
Grey mirror
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Grey mirror  F/North East
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