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Jan 2012
It's strange,
This firework kind of feeling.
The sunshine hits your skin,
Everything, you can see.
Every hair and every vein
So precious, so beautiful.
It's strange,
As if the light becomes
Emotion.
Suddenly the world feels light,
Nothing can bring me down tonight.
Tya Crosse
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