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May 2019
I write in this imperfect language
Like many others, imperfectly fine
These words are my choice; if empty
They served my heart just right

It's not my first, neither my last
But the one I picked to try
To find myself and then the world
I hope it may survive

The beauty of these phrases
Is the freedom they provide
May 26th, 2019
Stephanie D
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Stephanie D  F/Brazil
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