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She Longs To Be Free

She paints a life in soft-spun gold,   A dream where love won’t lose its hold.   She speaks of mornings, hand in hand,   Of simple joys, a life well-planned.   She whispers of a quiet home,   Of love that never needs to roam.   She swears that all she wants is me,   But I can see—she longs to be free.   Her eyes drift past the life she draws,   A longing laced between her pause.   She craves the world beyond our door,   Yet tells herself she wants no more.   No walls can hold a restless heart,   No love can make her torn soul part.   She wants this life—she swears it's true,   But deep inside, she’s passing through.
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Njoki

Njoki leans in, a knowing glint in her eye,
Whispers a secret, no need to deny.
Twenty minutes, she says with a grin,
Is all it takes to let your brilliance begin.

Don't scoff, my friend, at the power of poise,
A touch of care can banish all noise.
A well-placed scarf, a confident stride,
The world will see the genius you hide.

Let not messy hair or rumpled attire,
Dim the sharp wit that sets your mind on fire.
Twenty minutes, Njoki insists with glee,
Can unleash the genius the world longs to see!

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