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May 2018
i keep thinking that
maybe you’d just turn around
and hold me

turnings and tire tracks (we
were driving on the morning
sand/

you said you’d hold me
before the dawn).
hold me.
Rohan P
Written by
Rohan P  M/Pacific NW
(M/Pacific NW)   
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     ---, clysh and Keith Wilson
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