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Jul 2014
I can't define my innermost beauty , I define the outermost. I taint my lips with the crimson sin.The unbreakable lines that develop the swoon with the touch of the color absorbing magic.This young enchanting girl once sat staring , she colored and hummed.The glistening amber pits flaked with her gentle smile, she swayed to the skipper of the touch.The touch of playful youth.The girl now sat staring, she colored her eyes, she scowled to him, her hair bunched in dry fire, the smile framed her harsh lies.The girl stood outlooked the world , the delicate exterior flamed to bring her sadness.You cannot lie , You cannot die, You cannot...I cannot stop from telling you .
YV
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YV  Tx
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