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Jul 2021
Said to be imperfect,
But perfectly created.

She danced on the waves,
She swinged on the waves
Of perfection

Then one Day came back to see all your perfect Children.
Was she too perfect? Did you trust her ways? What made you think she could make it?
Theodora Oniceanu
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Theodora Oniceanu
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