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Jul 2017
Dancing was once devoted to the sun
However when the rain falls drops can wash you numb
So you learn to dance in the damper days
As cooling droplets trickle down your face
You feel the flow from up high place
Wet your lips
Pulsating pleasure
to
taste
Kate Rebecca Hopwood
Written by
Kate Rebecca Hopwood  38/F/Liverpool
(38/F/Liverpool)   
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