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Jul 2015
plush pink pouts and sunset red smirks against pasty white skin looks so good on you and i swear somewhere on you, almost creeping or lurking, hides a peachy undertone innocence that pulls me in like lips ******* smoke into tinted black lungs.
maggie
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maggie  California
(California)   
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   Cecil Miller
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