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I am the whisper in the storm,
Unyielding heart, unshaped, unworn.
Forged in fire, not by flame,
You try to break me—still, I remain.
Hey little jazzier girl..................
Dusky skinned with lil curls
Elated, intrepid and demure
Plethora of dreams, intentions pure
