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Art de Bicmen

DENIZ
Your peaceful and calm, raging and deep, infinite moments.. where would fit your immensity? even if they force you, you own the borders, you mold your shape.. Feel the smell of algae which blows your soul, your hair, let your hair blow, reminding the reefs.
Let your inner fire meet wisdom. turn your direction to the light of your magical dreams. It is you the future, it is you the footprint. Despite the whispers telling you " you can't do it" , let only your voice be heard. your rhythm will create your melody, give your hand and make your dream come true.
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