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Jun 2014
whatever.....
she threw the word
at me
with all the youthful,
disdain,
she could muster
as she flounced
out the out of my sight...


and


.....wandered away from
her talents bright light.
sometimes you have to set
the gazelle-like popular,
my ****** wastes don't smell, girl free.....
and hope the lions attack....lol
not really... but somedays...well ...u know..
betterdays
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betterdays  F/east coast australia
(F/east coast australia)   
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