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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  
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