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Oct 2019
Barefoot in the snow
She dances around,
Echoes of an orchestra,
Shake the particles that surround,
Dew drops that fall on
Flashes of white fabric
Pale skin
Cold, but warm with passion
Creating life
Through emptiness
The world stops to stare
And she dances.
sometimes, the only warmth in the world is the warmth we radiate from within.
Dshamilja Sturm
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Dshamilja Sturm  24/F/Florida
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