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Apr 2019
Her burst lips rounded in red lipstick
as she licks them he dares his eyes at her
his eyes focused on her lips he winks
she turns around
she catches his stare but they don't crumble
she swings her hair and glides across the hall. she passes him by but left with the sense of Macy's perfume.
Mia Mcdaniel
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Mia Mcdaniel  18/F/285 whitman monmouth
(18/F/285 whitman monmouth)   
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