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The sun


Long hours in the steam, she has marks on her skin

she has the past of a night, but she created 3 seeds

with no desire to please herself she chooses to shine

a light on those seeds like the sun she brings warmth and hope

when things don’t add up she waters them with the fact that there

is more to life than what is going on at that moment and they could

not have asked for another star as bright as her

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