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Apr 2018
From my lips pours out your name.
Like a waterfall cascades down,
a rocky path.
It's an uphill journey,
to the one I love most.
A sunset captured in a bottle.
A rose flowering within a jar.
Made of clay I am
But a daughter of a King I am today
Celeste Nicole Cook
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Celeste Nicole Cook  U.A.E
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