BELLE
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POET ABOUT A YOUNG LADY NAMED BELLE. WHERE ALL THE CHAPTERS OF HER LIFE IS A POEM.
FROM THE DAY OF HER BIRTH TILL THE DAY THE DAY OF HER LAST BREATH.
WRITTEN BY: MAREEANTONETTE
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