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Nov 16
She pretty.
Maybe gorgeous as hell.
A beautiful woman.
Until she spoke that is when you realize the brain must have stopped.

He is handsome.
Extremely to you.
A woman's dream.
Until he spoke then you comprehend must be something lingering in the air.

Fooled by the exterior of our eyes.
But woke up to the truth by your mind.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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