make me...

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There she a hurricane out of nowhere. Sitting on a bench with the wind going through her neck, she look at the stars moving together....drawing the universe in the heaven.
She believe somehow that the world will come like a rose to her hands. That the man will reach out and holding her hand...will ask her to dance.
She looks like a woman dreaming about the future, crying for the past but smiling because...she doesn't care......

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