de Reina
Roaring in the tide of change, she waits,
Eyes focusing on the light centered above her heart. Each
Inch pouring out of her like a liquid that spells your
Name in mighty ink. She cannot be removed from her path
Art aches in the name of liberty; and she is free.
Roaring in the tide of change, she waits,
Eyes focusing on the light centered above her heart. Each
Inch pouring out of her like a liquid that spells your
Name in mighty ink. She cannot be removed from her path
Art aches in the name of liberty; and she is free.
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