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Jan 2020
He’s got some sweet spider lashes
Like a tidal wave he comes and crashes
round emerald reflecting pools his iris
fractured shards jeweled spectrums
saturated azure shades electric blue
arctic white porcelain chiseled stone
iridescent rose gold cheek bones
ruby red stained shimmering pout
prismatic copper toned curly locks
Noel Billiter
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Noel Billiter  40/F
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