You are the moon on high tide
pulling everything where it needs to be
You are the rain in Washington
drenching everyone's bones
Yet I'm stuck in a nightless desert.
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 12:23 AM UTC
You are the moon on high tide
pulling everything where it needs to be
You are the rain in Washington
drenching everyone's bones
Yet I'm stuck in a nightless desert.
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