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It was the midnight hour She was running the register Great smile with a pixie haircut That is when I noticed Her history exposed In tiny cuts From wrist to elbow Scars bubbled over her smooth skin I tried not to look To read Her history In her silence I knew she had caught me Peeking
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Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 11:01 PM UTC
Peeking
It was the midnight hour She was running the register Great smile with a pixie haircut That is when I noticed Her history exposed In tiny cuts From wrist to elbow Scars bubbled over her smooth skin I tried not to look To read Her history In her silence I knew she had caught me Peeking
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42/F/Seattle
Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 11:01 PM UTC
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