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Aug 3
It might be said:

Seventeen,
The stalemate between her maturity and
Self-convicted foolishness.
Her insides longed for some time
And her resistance was rather limited;
Exposed to the warmth she was transferred,
When it was seldom a
Tendency for her to let go
When they did not wait.
Daa Rajab
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Daa Rajab  F/Australia
(F/Australia)   
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     INDEED, Bella Isaacs, angelique and Aparna
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