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Jun 24
rain falls, sinks into my skin slowly,
pacing down the path with you on the other line.

we talk for too long, but it flows a little seamlessly,
like a new bend in a stream

and we end on a fine note,
a prelude for the next conversation.
Grace
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Grace  F/Voie Des Papillons
(F/Voie Des Papillons)   
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