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she wasn't a pacific ocean to tackle
she was just a serene river
flowing gently through the valleys
with grace that whispered peace
it's a thing that usually happens around us women are seen a thing to controlled tackled or owned but in reality she is just a simple thing need a gentle hand to hold her strong enough to protect her, understand her, give comfort, grow with her, respect her, and give colors to each other's life
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