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Feb 2019
The symphony,
Within these lines,
Is compared only to the most intricate beauty.
For even a single step
Away from order,
Sets the group in a spiral.
Just one step to artistic freedom,
Drags the whole away from the repetition of direction.
But the symphony,
In all its glory,
All its grace,
Is what draws us in,
And takes our place.
Written by
Lilac  14/F/Earth
(14/F/Earth)   
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   Fawn
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