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7d
You look at her and see her beauty
I look at her and think what you think
I see her creative spark and the way she smiles.

Though, what she does not tell us
is that her mind
has ran out
of words
We have lost our window into her mind.
MYSTERIEEEEEEEEEE, I TOOK IT AND RAN
Maybe I Lost The Plot
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Maybe I Lost The Plot  15/F/On a date with Death
(15/F/On a date with Death)   
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