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ARCH Jan 2018
she
She was lost in her mind
Imagining something real but fake
With thorns and roses

Lost in her mind of fantasy
She don't know coming through it
Is not so easy

She made a attic of imagination
She create her own world
It was not home ,it was a devastated dome

No one knows what was in her mind
She don't know that she was blind
In darkness of her own world

Where's real she ,she always try to figure out
Is she real ; she always shout
Pallestine beauty

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