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Oct 2015
isn't she lovely though,
when she's bent over like that,
hugging her knees,
hair a curtain torn apart over and over,
laid to rest on perfect skin?

what a ******* perfect storm.

please wake up and look at me again.
from memory. there are some things i do miss.
Den
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Den  Manila
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