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Jan 2020
They mean the hazel sparkle in your eyes

They mean the way you smile at me

And make me giddy

They mean the way you run your hand through your hair before you show me something

They mean your beauty could **** hearts.
Victoria Jennings
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Victoria Jennings  26/F/Rhode Island
(26/F/Rhode Island)   
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