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Aug 2018
We were not introduced
but I'd be thinking she
should be called, Lucy.

It was by the washing
Β Β line, and not alone,
hence, her inhibitions.

From swaying erotically
in the breeze she began
waltzing in the wind.

When a peg released
her shoulder strap, my
Β fantasy was surreal.
Ryan O'Leary
Written by
Ryan O'Leary  Mallow.
(Mallow.)   
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     luci, TSPoetry, Emeka Mokeme and thelonious
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