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Apr 2020
When the rain falls and runs down the perfect curves of your body,
I grow jealous of the sky.
Why? because it gets do to what i long for at night.

-Imitation at its best
                                              -h.a
Written by
heavenlyanha  18/F/somewhere wandering
(18/F/somewhere wandering)   
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