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Missing words softly surge through her silence again like long soothing fingers of whispering rain that soak their way in through her bare thirsty skin until not a dry moment remains .
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Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
End of a dry spell
Missing words softly surge through her silence again like long soothing fingers of whispering rain that soak their way in through her bare thirsty skin until not a dry moment remains .
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Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
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