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May 2018
The eyes of a woman hang low in the night and glance at no one but themselves, for some, relaxation doesn't exist and intensity persists. You can live tense but there wouldn't be much room left for you.
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Kaitlyn Marie
Written by
Kaitlyn Marie  F/Upper Midwest
(F/Upper Midwest)   
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