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Oct 2015
Beauty stares at me so senselessly
Thinking herself born a daughter of ugly
She's aggressive, impulsive, but gentle and caring
Who couldn't see anything more beautiful than her in sun lit mornings and perfect sceneries of golden sunsets
The Universe couldn't spin anything more perfect
Couldn't create anyone better
Trouble finds beauty to be priceless, following her everywhere, trying to obtain her in his claws
But the important thing is, beauty has no laws
Wrote this way back in the beginning of August.
Chalsey Wilder
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Chalsey Wilder  22/Two-Spirit/Space
(22/Two-Spirit/Space)   
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