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She is sauntering in the midst of stillness Discovering the magic of the silent dusk Her mind was blank, also no heart feelings Seeing many people she never known Still, she exists but not the usual Words are trapped and useless Until she finally found the light A magnificent paradise that is rare She walks toward the gloomy path But she don’t cares, she never did Until she stumble on her closed bed Ultimately contented that she’s at no cost. |
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April 2015
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