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I had dreamed that by now I wouldn’t feel the chill under my skin anymore. I imagined by now I would have warmed it away. How many days, eyes closed raised to the sun, will it take? I feel the restlessness rustling unfolding unwinding with every drop. I cannot fly with wet wings.
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Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 2:41 PM UTC
April Showers
I had dreamed that by now I wouldn’t feel the chill under my skin anymore. I imagined by now I would have warmed it away. How many days, eyes closed raised to the sun, will it take? I feel the restlessness rustling unfolding unwinding with every drop. I cannot fly with wet wings.
#escapril#escapril2019
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brooklynbee
23/F
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 2:41 PM UTC
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