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Mar 2018
soup in the spring
I can taste again
there's a photo of me riding a horse
but I wouldn't be able to describe the feeling to you
always the horse
never the horse girl
he kissed my hand like a gentleman
and I fed him an apple
coming back home they ask why my knuckles are bleeding
I say I got too close and a kiss sometimes involves teeth
weird farm girl
blushing prince
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blushing prince  neptune
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       Rich Hues, sunprincess, Medusa, ---, Ilene Bauer and 1 other
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