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Aug 2013
”What's your problem?”
”You resist my charms.”
I laugh to myself,
Smile over a glowing screen.
There's no resisting that boys
Eyes
And smooth laugh
Or even the badly placed lip ring,
Like mine.

”I try.”
Anna
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Anna
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   Kyle Bailey
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