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Art finds its way through her lens, Deep thoughts shape the way she speaks. Many voices praise her beauty, I fade into the background, Remaining only a quiet witness, Enough to feel, not enough to say.
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Dec 7, 2025
Dec 7, 2025 at 9:14 AM UTC
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Art finds its way through her lens, Deep thoughts shape the way she speaks. Many voices praise her beauty, I fade into the background, Remaining only a quiet witness, Enough to feel, not enough to say.
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16/M/PELEPENS
Dec 7, 2025
Dec 7, 2025 at 9:14 AM UTC
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