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Aug 2021
would you run your fingers through my hair once more?
wash over me like an august rain
relieving me of the oh so cruel drought
i have cast upon myself
There has been quite a bit of rain, not uncommon for August
Written by
Bell  F
(F)   
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     M-E, ---, peperico and Fawn
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