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Feb 2016
A sad, lonely song
A violin thrumming across the strings
Fresh night air,
Stars hanging in the sky,
In fire and beauty
Shining across space

A slight breeze blowing
Ruffling hair,
With sighing sound

Gazing up at the stars,
Watching the world spin
Under the light
Of a full moon.

Life couldn't be
More real
More there
Or more
Perfect
I love doing this. Listening to music at night, watching the world spin, feeling the breeze.... it's beautiful.
Viseract
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Viseract  23/Trans Female/Adelaide
(23/Trans Female/Adelaide)   
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