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Oct 2010
He loves the way she walks, the way she rolls her eyes, the
way she says *******.
He loves her bruised lips, her scarred back,
her oily messy hair, and her skinny legs.
He loves her moans, and her black black mascara,
and the way she smirks when he calls her
beautiful.
Written by
Breathing Ice
761
   Kirsten Martin
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