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Apr 2016
Her
It is not perfect,
but it is something

So you lay here wondering why he doesn’t touch you like that,
or why he does

And it doesn’t seem fair your beauty be ****** in like this
you are only woman but you are holy
sacred light, hallowed bloom, and Her
Miss Honey
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Miss Honey  California
(California)   
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   Alexis Martin and Jim Musics
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