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Dec 2015
The waves ripple across the river
Small and gentle, calm and collected
The air so fresh, blowing steadily
The reason the waves are so affected

Clouds scatter across the sky
The trees reach up to grasp them
Despite the serenity of the scene
Loneliness to me does freely condemn

I am trapped- free me
From this isolation that prevents me
From breathing
Freely
#serene #theveryimage
Viseract
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Viseract  23/Trans Female/Adelaide
(23/Trans Female/Adelaide)   
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