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cold rain

thighs like yam cream, cold rain
someone jumped out a window
i couldnt figure out why i was
writing you  i forgot about lip
plumper thunder  i was writing
you in the forest  dont breathe
the paint dream  fine  whoosh
i have to go out   yesterday
i asked for cold rain  a vegan
throat  i was writing i couldnt
someone jumped  don't breathe
i have to  cold rain thighs turn
i can tell i want to  it was your face
i was writing to rain figure out why
whoosh you in the forest  i was
writing  writing you