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Oct 7
Wipe away the tears,
raise up your pretty head.

Your body is perfect,
it's the world that's gone mad.

Only one thing matters,
and that's stored somewhere safe.

Baby girl you've got a good one,
yours beats the sweetest bliss.
Written by
yasmin  25/F
(25/F)   
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