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Jul 2018
Baby skin, dough like softness
primped and primed
unbeknownst of the furnace
you'll soon be thrown into
where you'll grow a tough shell
to combat the fluffy spring inside
D Baby Bey
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D Baby Bey  26/M/U.S.A
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