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Feb 2014
It was the way she looked at me – with great confidence and delight.
Her eyes were the greenest and rarest I had ever seen;
Her wild, fiery curls fall over her freckled, pale face
Gleaming like a child ready to play.
The way her lips crooked into that dangerous smile
Lured me into her eager intentions
And my darkest desires.
Lisa Nguyen
Written by
Lisa Nguyen  Massachusetts
(Massachusetts)   
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   ---, PrttyBrd, Thomas Walsh and Mary
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