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Aug 2017
t's a vibe; it's a common high. Here I go again, I see her eyes and I can tell her heart is pure and innocent. I can tell from the vibe that she's down to ride. As I lay here I realize that it's time to analyze these detailed situations I so recognized many times before. I have to slow down this time around. I can't rush this feeling based on my selfish needs. If the vibe is right, their is no need for lines of lies. With this vibe, I think I might let it be just that, a vibe.
Blanca Enigma
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Blanca Enigma  31/F/Los Angeles CA.
(31/F/Los Angeles CA.)   
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