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Oct 2020
there are girls made of storms,
and girls born of fire;
but the ones I love best are roses.
they’re beautiful, with thorns,
and roots that reach deeper than the winter frost.
Written by
Francesca Grey  29/F
(29/F)   
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   Eshwara Prasad
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