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Mar 2018
She ran her fingers
across her bookshelf,
allowing the dust
to coat her nails.
The sound of shuffling pages
filled the room,
creating music,
to which she couldn't help
but dance.
Tiana Marie
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Tiana Marie  19/F
(19/F)   
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