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Aug 2014
I pleaded with the sky
to meet me on the ground.
Begged the moon,
oh come down for a dance.
Told the rain to dry itself off
and asked the sun to cool me down.
Dreamt I received your love,
put myself in a blind trance.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
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