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May 2020
A troubled soul who couldn't tell you what her problem was
She couldn't pinpoint the root that kept her grounded
But she would tell you to break a branch from her tree
She wasn't afraid to be naked, to be without her leaves...
PYRO
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PYRO  23/F/Gaborone, Botswana
(23/F/Gaborone, Botswana)   
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