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Dec 2018
She's very simple, yet complicated.

She knows the world
but get surprised of million things:
a mature woman,
a baby girl.

She hath wild nature, rebellious too
despising roses,
romantic poses
but she should not.

She's storm and tempest
she's sturm und drang,
darkly romantic
and dandy decadent.

She hath brave spirit,
her kind ofΒ Β brave,
but she get scared
like any girl.

She can be feisty.
her soul is curious
she'd like to hide it
but can't contain it.

She's hungry of knowledge.
She's easily bored
yet never bored.

She needs to care, to worry too,
she needs mind cares
silent attentions,
she'll never say it, never admit.
She used to say she needed no one,

Stubborn she is.
She seeks the challenges
to prove her wrong
to test herself

Obsessed with manners.
She longs for beauty
The inside one, that creates smiles.

She is a girl,
she might be kitty disliking kitties.

She is this crazy
She is this me
PoetiKitty
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