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Energy leaking from my pores, Kicking and screaming. My body is a prison sometimes. Clothing is entrapment. Enough passion to paint a town, Starving for a rush, Clinging onto every crush Sensual skin. I live again. Not blemish free, but beautiful.
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Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 8:29 PM UTC
But Beautiful
Energy leaking from my pores, Kicking and screaming. My body is a prison sometimes. Clothing is entrapment. Enough passion to paint a town, Starving for a rush, Clinging onto every crush Sensual skin. I live again. Not blemish free, but beautiful.
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Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 8:29 PM UTC
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