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Bright red lips Forming a perfect circle. A fairytale hole On a pale pale face. Her eyes are rimmed Black With midnight mascara. Hair a frustrated mess Of dark curls On top of her head. The lace of her cami Is flush to her ******* And minimal green cotton Lays low on her hips. She is Betty She is Veronica She is Snow and Cindy and Belle. Everything becomes her And through her archetypal appearance She becomes everything.
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Jun 19, 2010
Jun 19, 2010 at 8:06 PM UTC
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Bright red lips Forming a perfect circle. A fairytale hole On a pale pale face. Her eyes are rimmed Black With midnight mascara. Hair a frustrated mess Of dark curls On top of her head. The lace of her cami Is flush to her ******* And minimal green cotton Lays low on her hips. She is Betty She is Veronica She is Snow and Cindy and Belle. Everything becomes her And through her archetypal appearance She becomes everything.
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Jun 19, 2010
Jun 19, 2010 at 8:06 PM UTC
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