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Jul 2020
i look down at my feet,
i mean phone.
i look up at the sky,
i mean thighs.
HER beautiful curvaceous thighs are all eye can see
as i compare them to mine,
and i shout-
******* Instagram,
not this time.
Written by
Lauren A Winscot
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