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  • Aug 8, 2017
  • 1 min read

Veiled, forever. Seen, never. . Everyday, a peek outside, To see the street's many treasures. Every night, the bazaars light, The Sounds and smells, A sweet faraway pleasure. . Waiting, to run out, Into a life of fervor. She never knew, She was a prisoner; . Princess,

they called her.


 
 
 

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