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Jan 2019
As she sat there in a room full of people

With a heart as empty as a bird's nest in December,

Silently fighting a battle in her mind as the voices echo
Her eyes glisten like the reflection of the moonlight on rippling water-

With each ripple flowing perpetually as it carries the distresses along, with the rising sun
Written by
-Wanderer  22/F/Dubai
(22/F/Dubai)   
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     Jason James and mel
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