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Apr 15
Like a spirit’s stringless song;
Soundless and brief,
Beauty remains hidden
To those with prying eyes.
Sometimes it’s found in the most unexpected of places, sometimes even in yourself. I tend to find it when I’m not actively looking for it.
Written by
Adrian  17/M/Wherever I May Roam
(17/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
     Ayesha, Skylar and Aishu
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