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Apr 2020
#30
If I was there
  I'd run my fingers through his hair
Tell him how much I truly care
  I'd sing to him softly
and kiss him loftily
I would talk about non-sense
and everything of importance

If I was there
I wouldn't be in such disrepair.
Quills
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Quills  Seattle Wa
(Seattle Wa)   
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     Janal Rajput, scrawny, rose and Persephone
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