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Nov 2017
Her heels click like summer rain
Her ‘where’s’ and ‘goes’ are mixed

But then one step she takes afraid
Worried that she might slip

The toxic beauty, the fervent eyes
Whose touch is one so deep

That whoever sweeps this bride away
Is asking for no sleep.
Tyese Chumov
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Tyese Chumov  19/F
(19/F)   
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