Rachel Storey
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March 30
“Those three words that sound so sweet That you pour to me. I come without a complexion I just want that heart I seek . Your lips connect with mine. Were on earth are those words. The rain that pours are souls To freedom none ending future, come along with my hand. This is it come alone with me has are lives slipped How can this be I do I really do, I love you my love”