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Poetry
O' She wrote and her hands bled, She is Xemel, that's what they said. She played the instrument in her hands, like her soul is tied within the sands. She tried to break her words free, but darkness is all she could see...
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I write these poems when I hit my low points I hope if anyone reads this you enjoy

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