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Jul 2017
She wears that leather jacket
Like a bee's stripes
To ward off anyone that might want
To get close

Her own, personal uniform
Her armor, her shield

Black leather jacket
An unwritten stop sign
For anyone that might want
To say hello.
Written by
Eva  F/?
(F/?)   
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   Nicole Dawn and rebecca
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