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now that we’re back home
we sleep on the trampoline, you kiss me on the tire swing. i’d think this is all a dream if it weren’t for the mystery.
in the rain you’d share your flask and trace your secrets on my back. you wipe the tears beneath my mask. i could be the one but you wont ask me to be.
in the rain you’d share your flask and trace your secrets on my back. you wipe the tears beneath my mask. i could be the one but you wont ask me to be.
Published 1st Jun 2022
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