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her figure flows
like an ocean
tossing blue waves
in her hair;

her curves look like
they’re dancing
even when she’s
standing still.

she’s a femme fatale
with a thick
glass bottom,

brown eyes
and cellulite
sculpted from
a buxom bottle.
no bows  only rain
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no bows only rain  24/F/Columbus, OH
(24/F/Columbus, OH)   
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