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For sure
I am no longer just me
In my heart I have not owned a
My rule of thought
My words are treated humanely
My eyes, I felt a sense of caution
I surrendered my smile stability
To shake the hand of my life
The spirit of bankruptcy
I was made.

Great sound waves are cold
The crown slender fingers
This hair wavy kids
By me the spirit of a young rice
Stable and peaceful beauty
Like my angel.
author: @thunthun
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