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Feb 2014
Sit down at your desk,
take a deep breath. You’re about
to create me anew.  

What parts of me are
worth keeping, and what parts aren’t.
What are you thinking?

Are pretty girls just
petite blondes. The ones that laugh
at all of your jokes?

I want my kind of
beautiful to be your kind
of beautiful, love.
Hannah Adair
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Hannah Adair
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