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Dec 2015
but I can't carve the music that impend my arrival;
I'm swaying with the rhythmic of the bloodstream in my vein;
I'm merely a suggestion, not strong enough to ignite the sparks,
not a fireworks that bleed for beautiful thoughts at night.
celestine
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celestine  Cisgender Female
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