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You look like a ******* rockstar.

Orange hair all over the place.

Holding your face like a glass of wine.

Your lips, pierced in their perfection, snakebites.

I'll go crazy.

Your smile, sharp and perfect.

White teeth.

The way you walk with your fingers curled around a cigarette

Seeign those lips blow smoke

So sure of yourself

In your huge dark sunglasses

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May 15, 2010
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