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Apr 2016
A dress
***** hair
Or a ripped
Pair of jeans
And the finest of wear,
No matter
If I look
As if a girl
Without
A home, or
Some rich debutante
I'm made from gods own
Throne, I'm beautiful
Taken, I'm even better
Alone, I need no man
To complete what's gods
Own.
A Lopez
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A Lopez  Mexico city, mexico
(Mexico city, mexico)   
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