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Pitter patter echoes over muffled chatter in the night Laying together looking at the weather, clouds in endless flight A calm charade, a masquerade; too disguised to fight There must be some way One of these days We'll leave them all behind There must be some way One of these days We'll leave them, take my hand, that is if you dont mind.
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Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 4:06 AM UTC
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Pitter patter echoes over muffled chatter in the night Laying together looking at the weather, clouds in endless flight A calm charade, a masquerade; too disguised to fight There must be some way One of these days We'll leave them all behind There must be some way One of these days We'll leave them, take my hand, that is if you dont mind.
Idk I'm gay for my homies and so I wrote this for them
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zozinator
22/Non-binary/America
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 4:06 AM UTC
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