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Aug 2016
Energy leaking from my pores,
Kicking and screaming.
My body is a prison sometimes.
Clothing is entrapment.

Enough passion to paint a town,
Starving for a rush,
Clinging onto every crush

Sensual skin.
I live again.
Not blemish free, but beautiful.
Abby
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Abby  Arizona
(Arizona)   
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