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Jul 2018
go away, go away
the hand reaches and retreats

the pulse of the drums shook your heart out of its senses
clutching your chest
"not yet"
"you have work to do here"
"but i want to be with you,"
knowing, it wasn't a question.
i must stay..

you're so desperate for that touch of heaven
Written by
grace  F/California.
(F/California.)   
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   Fawn and arizona
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