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Feb 2021
Up on top of the valley
Is the hometown girl
Under the scorching sun
Plays the guitar
Between the D Majors
Inwards came invisible crowns flying
Positioned in unpredictable times
Within or withheld in the belly of the beast
Behind a mask and up on an imagery valley
The girl’s guitar frolics freely.
Even if we’re contained. We can still be free.
Coffee with Cream
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Coffee with Cream  16/F/South Africa
(16/F/South Africa)   
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