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Feb 2018
She’s slow dancing for lovers,
She’s crazy jazz in the moon light,
She’s still when it is silent
On a cold, tidal night.

Wavy air turns to a silver mist,
Shimmering on delicate cheeks,
It falls beneath the surface,
But the Sea, She cannot weep.
Danielle Free
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Danielle Free  25/F
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