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2d
Not many words are said,
yet something stays within the silence

A presence like the evening breeze.
Unseen, but felt.

There are moments
when curiosity slips in uninvited.

But not everything needs to be explained.
Some things are meant to be understood, slowly.
and yeah, not everything needs a name to matter.
Vickiazaira
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Vickiazaira  24/F/Bandung, Indonesia
(24/F/Bandung, Indonesia)   
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