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Aug 2019
She was like the moon, every part of her was covered with silked ink.
Still uncovering
those magic mystery smile of hers,
Out of sanity
That glummy smile tells every fearing moment should never unveil.
Cuz every part of her is a mystery full of history;
Bloodyrabbitt
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Bloodyrabbitt  19/M
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