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Jan 2013
Today I stand at the brink
With nothing but my ink.
And peer down at the masses
Doing all forms of dances.
Swarming as they  wait
For the actual date.
For me to reach my peak.
Something that kept them meek
One day they will believe
After putting me through the sieve
that I will become greatness.
Was just trying to rhyme, don't think it's my thing
Mia
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Mia  F/Paris
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