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May 24
You can be the storm,
And destroy my world.
You can be the ashes,
Falling like stone.
There’s a world I own,
And a world you’ve flown.

You can be the feather
Of a flightful bird.
You can become the breeze
Of my heart’s summer.
A world that I’ll flower,
And a world you’ll enter.
Written by
Adrian  17/M/Wherever I May Roam.
(17/M/Wherever I May Roam.)   
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