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Jan 2019
There's something about the way
the air-weighs before it rains.

Like it aches with water,
decided not to swallow mid- sip.

A whole mouthful of wet
lazing around the root of your tongue.

Lips sealed-up
around a mess
of falling
out.
Written by
AOk
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   TW and Ryan Riviere
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