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Mar 2020
Golden locks,
Like keys on a string,
With eyes of grey,
Like a calm, cloudy day.
Yet they shine like you,
Like their own hue.
One not defined by color,
By mind or soul,
But by you.
A gift it is to see that light,
And to feel it shine like rays just right.
Written by
Astral  20/F/Somewhere
(20/F/Somewhere)   
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   annh
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