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Nov 2016
Sunshine bleeds too much.
Ever stop to wonder?

To wonder how, with so little inhibition
as to the privacy of your life,
it filters in through
your bedroom shades?

To wonder how, with so little modesty,
it bolsters through your windshield
and into the very irises
that have bade it leave?

To wonder how, with so little attempt at civility
it burns?

Beauty and brightness
are not the same thing.

but happiness
can bloom
in dark places...
just replying because you replied to someone and it was a subject i am strong on......don't mind me.
Written by
xmxrgxncy  20/F/the forest
(20/F/the forest)   
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