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Aug 2018
i'm throwing in my flower petals
wind will carry luck until you are found in my meadows

we will lay in the grass, staring at the stars,
****** so that time will slow and we've lost the bars

i want you to speak to me in melodies and rhythms
the words flowing from your lips a beautiful lyricism
Rachel Glen
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Rachel Glen  24/F/Michigan
(24/F/Michigan)   
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   KM Hanslik
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