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May 2018
The sun taught me how to control this house of fire
I light up floating candles throughout the way to an empty land where I fire cursed fireballs
I burn less as I shoot my shooting stars
I am present
I am here
I am the daughter of the Sun
Don't come too close
Don't wish upon my dead shooting stars
Huda
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Huda  29/F
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