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This is me Standing on a tower cold Pushing up the clouded skies With fingers stretched wide Trying to hold back the rainy clouds Until this imitation month Which proclaims to be a daughter of May Proceeds to pass us by May isn't for rain
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May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 6:03 PM UTC
May Isn't For Rain
This is me Standing on a tower cold Pushing up the clouded skies With fingers stretched wide Trying to hold back the rainy clouds Until this imitation month Which proclaims to be a daughter of May Proceeds to pass us by May isn't for rain
Stealing her sisters MO
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colmistoirm
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colmistoirm
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 6:03 PM UTC
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