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Mar 2019
I poured a bucket of rain water
Straight onto your bed
And as it all seeped
Down into the sheets
I was left with pebbles in the end

Baby I suppose
I’d rather be soaked
Than suffer in the drying sun
Or never have known
Calli Kirra
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Calli Kirra  23/Los Angeles/London
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