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society hug

Shoulders touch . No body contact.

Lean in air kiss

Smooches.

 

Looking over your shoulder to see wassup.

Got a passion for high fashon

High concept gear.

 

Rubbing elbows with the overexposed

While turning up your nose at the great unwashed.

Oh My Gosh.

 

Wana be wana be

Turn around

Wanna be wanna be touch the ground.

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geno-cattouse-1
Belizean
Published
Oct 9, 2018
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