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Nov 2017
I like the way your nose flairs when you laugh
And the way your lip quivers
I like how you stand
And how your words flow like the rivers
Your smile gives me butterflies
In your eyes I become lost
I want to be yours
I’ll keep my fingers crossed
Whitney Grey
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Whitney Grey  17/F/USA
(17/F/USA)   
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