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Written; 26th April 2017
Published; 28th April 2017
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And sing, sing to me
of how the wind caresses
your cheeks and plays with your hair
But also weep and scream at me
when the sun sets and the dark rises
and you feel like you're running out of air
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Thank you for reading❤
YOU ARE READING
Paper Stains ✔
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