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Feb 2019
That girl with the

beautiful stature;

I knew she would

be captured,

by the hearts

of men.


Her icy cold stare

and long black hair;

I would rate her

a ten.


The way she walks,

she flaunts.

The way she talks,

she taunts.


She was the girl

whom I just met;

She was the girl

who was hard to get.
Joanna Charis
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Joanna Charis  23/F/Philippines
(23/F/Philippines)   
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