Poem 135: Thoughts Of She

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Thoughts Of She

Felt the drops on my skin,
How I wish it was your bed.

Smelt the rain in the air,
How I wish it was your cologne.

Saw the rainbow over my head,
How I wish it was you.

How I wish it was you.
How I wish it was you.
How I wish it was
you...

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