A pounding heart, a complex mind.
Turning tables, and tales of time. She coddiwomples through the wind, to find the place where it all began. Relentless inspiration was all it took. Turning the page of a good friend's book. The words that set her on her way of discovering peace on her own someday, And now she spreads that love with all, the broken promises, away they fall. She carries her head up in the sky, with confidence unseen by the naked eye.
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Tennessee Martin
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