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She likes it indoors,more like she's "self bound", When faced with dull moments of just staring at the ground, She tends to look out the window for inspiration, Stretches out her arm through her window and she loves it when she touches the clouds perspiration; Drain drops, They make her feel so good;in her mind the world stops, Perhaps when its raining she's as happy as the crops.
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Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 5:39 AM UTC
Indoorsy
She likes it indoors,more like she's "self bound", When faced with dull moments of just staring at the ground, She tends to look out the window for inspiration, Stretches out her arm through her window and she loves it when she touches the clouds perspiration; Drain drops, They make her feel so good;in her mind the world stops, Perhaps when its raining she's as happy as the crops.
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Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 5:39 AM UTC
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