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Beauty

Beauty is the home that fills my soul

like a glorious day.

Come to me, sweet beauty.

Bring me your Sun.

Let me feel your tender fingers

sweep through my waiting soul.

woman sitting on swing beside tree
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By brookecutler2

Liver of life, lover of everything. 💕

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