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Apr 2019
Nightcover
The truth comes out with the stars,
And lingers in my dreams 'til daylight,
Then I scrub, scrub, scrub it
Off my mind  
Like oil off my face.
Written by
Charlotte Cullen
  277
   Pratik and Deen
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