A walking in the mall So many stuff, you wanna buy them all But aint sure if it is okay or not Cos the wardrobe is still full of old stuff What the heck, if you really like them Buy, buy, buy ... a lil pampering for yourself.
I write in remembrance of memories of a Graceful angel, whom Heaven sent. Words flow Gracefully, inspired. Words filled the space with Gracefulness, aspired.
I write till the day comes, that no words can further describe, and no vocabulary can further define, that when she look into the space, and when she reads the poems, she will realize, the angel's name is GRACE.
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