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Sep 2019
She speaks; slowly, softly, inside her, there's a storm.

Holds to hope, she raises her lanterns to see the horizon.
Wears long black clothes,
has a smile that I call home.

Runs clicks and see new things and closes her eyes to find something
no one ever tried to.

I call her magic

Loves ice cream and lefts some of it on her face.

I call her strength.

Last seen wearing a **** dress
If found; tell her that I miss her.

I can never love her enough
Written by
Daksh  18/M/inmyhead
   Jules, TeddyBear and Fawn
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