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maira
maira
15/F/Philippines This sugar glider needs all the attention she can get or will be depressed.
Poor Annaliese, with no knowledge about life You lived your life sheltered Out of human strife You bathe with diamonds and rose scents With golden spoon on your tongue And a lot of dishes to pick upon. Lovely fabrics; red, yellow and blue Glass slippers— Cinderelly you're true Smile Annaliese, Show your warmth Show ignorance, Let them know you're proud Wave side to side, Gentle curtsy my dear Show off your wealth, Know no fear Silly Annaliese, When you laugh they shouldn't hear You sheltered brat, arrogant and rude You dance so well and fake good Goodness gracious, what would happen if you stepped out of your castle Will you be able to survive the riot? The rattle? **** Annaliese, learn to live! Stop being dependent on what your majesty gives
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Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 11:51 PM UTC
Royalty
She's a blooming flower In night mime, she's wild The sunshine as her sign, Of day she's gone. Her light is bleaming Like a star she shines In twilight she blinks In moonlight she hides When darkness became her; She's the night, a cat without fur She naked and free Yet the others won't like her further She's as fat as the wind In summer she blows Like dark mush on an arabian sunrise She's warm and she glows She's flawful and detached Like a bird, chirping at day It hurt your ears but satisfy your soul She's the sun's night owl.
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Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 11:50 PM UTC
flawsome
Dance to the cheering of men Show yourself and dance, Dear Gwen. They pry on you but that's alright, You'll serve three for tonight Take it light One at a time, do not rush With two hands and a mouth, pure cold cash You get your pay, they get their pleasure With a body as if porcelain like yours Women have no pressure Your price is high so let no customer down Satisfy and obey, smile never frown Dance gwen 'till the sun arises Until then, you're trapped in your own darkness Poor gwen, used to satisfy moree than less Take a quick sip, this liqour has its magic Makes you brave, night less tragic It's the moon again, the spotlight is on The room is dim but the eyes are dawned Dance Gwen, dance 'till dawn Dance to the cheering of men The less you wear, the more you gain Dance Gwen, Dance until you're worn Worn out, keep your thorns.
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Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 11:12 PM UTC
Gwen