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Apr 2014
Theres a pit in my stomach.
A Peach.
My skin is so soft.
Like a Peach.
I bruise.
Must be a Peach.
Sometimes I'm hard and bitter.
Wait to see, I'm as sweet as can be.
I/must/be/a/peach.
bekka walker
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bekka walker  MT
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