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Aching in my bones
Whilst bent upon tired feet
Tears, sighs vouch for me
About the Creator
Victoria Yadira
I am a fire poet
(subconsciously) I desire to start a fire in hearts, revive childlike dreaming & restore faith by creating and carrying you off to beautiful or at least contemplative spaces- where I share all this love and bliss within
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