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Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Run.

A calling to run
Wishes rise on my skin
Let's escape again
The walls wait to shatter
Can we run for our lives,
Standing there in the golden light?
Just like we do now
On every rainy day
Posted by Rebekah Grey at 1:03 PM
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