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48. Dreams unknown
Those fluttering butterflies that could never be caught
How they flaunt their wings
Silent yet striking like thunder
She was just like that
Thunder of course…
She was loud yet loving
Quick and cunning
Cold yet embracive
She believed in the waters
The skies filled with bubbles
Her thoughts sold to the winds of the North
Flames of fire erupting within the confines of her soul
I guess that‟s why she‟s different,
Cut from a different cloth that was a once in a lifetime
phenomenon
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