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Oct 2022
Her waist
Her pride
She has set a price on her thigh
Every morning she stare at the mirror
Adoring her eyes
With her upper teeths clipping her lower lips to her lower teeths
She's fascinated by her own beauty
Outside her door you would see men they fight
At the glance of her even the king's sighs
Reflected smile
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Reflected smile  25/M/Nigerian
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