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Did raindrops land like heartbeatswhen they ran for the fields,when night came for them?Did raindrops land like scarson the arms of refugees? They didn’t know that orangecould be a sky or a fruitor an escape from the windin her hair…
Did raindrops land like heartbeatswhen they ran for the fields,when night came for them?Did raindrops land like scarson the arms of refugees? They didn’t know that orangecould be a sky or a fruitor an escape from the windin her hair…