lying in a desolate field where the grass and the weeds can grow natural and on their free will watching the skyward winds and the birds circum-navigate with the ruffle in their wings she whispers to me and wants to know why this place is so beautiful in a world where violence dominates we assume it will go awy if left aloneBirth sign: Sagittarius
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