The Enigma Girl

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She was a steep rebel,
A hurricane dressed as the wind,
She could sweep you off your feet..

She was an untamed horse,
Running into the wild,
Without any care..

She was the tides in the sea,
On a full moon night,
Fearless she rose higher each time..

She was the pole star on a cloudy night,
Burning with zest within
Appearing as a tiny dot to the world..

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The Girl at the Café

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Oblivious to the world outside,
She sat on a bench next to the café.

The cheapest coffee on the menu, was her ticket,
To sit solemnly for hours, engrossed in a book.

She would often be found with her head dug deep in a book,
Or scribbling random notes in a black diary.

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