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Mar 2011
I dream awe less . collected. composed.
sewn together perfectly like pedals onto the rose.
I sit straight up, with my corset.
paper thin black lace.
I stretch my legs on to your chest.

give me every pastel color, every beautiful waterfall
and singing brooke.
I will bend for you in every magical way that I can.
I will give you the most tender and womanly parts of me.
sing with me my beautiful
and let us dance.
midnight prague
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midnight prague
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   Micayla West
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