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Jun 2013
it's as if a ghost,
wondering, no way to go.

hovering the same as incense,
it's own luminous light as a guide.

no eyes to see,
just trust and hope.

you can look right through,
not even slightly opaque.

This freedom it has,
drifting through large expanse.
Lydia Victoria Kate
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Lydia Victoria Kate  20/F/Cornwall
(20/F/Cornwall)   
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