It's an unusual behaviour. Something that I've never seen before. They say there's some kind of different background. She acts. In fact, she is, she doesn't
etc. Poetry describes words of despair; acts, passion. Her desire of being alive is linked to love. It flies as a peaceful dove. Or transcends. Her eyes burn, it is difficult to turn and not to appreciate her beauty: how she walks, talks and is.
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