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May 2018
Deep in thought

she questions everything.

Wondering every question

her heart begins to swinge.



Her mind is boggled

as she sits on her swing.

Trusting the vines

that are holding up by a string.



If only her beauty

could change what's within,

If her swing can oscillate,

then why can't her heart swing?
Crystal Freda
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Crystal Freda  25/F/Louisiana
(25/F/Louisiana)   
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