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There once was a woman so vain
She'd create drama and cause such a strain
She'd cry at the drop of a hat
And make up stories where she was flat
But the truth would come out, it's plain
About the Creator
R.Freya
Poetry is my soul's language, and I wield words like a paintbrush. From heartbreak to hope, I capture emotions and spin them into verse.



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