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Sep 2014
Shy look.
Dark grey eyes, same color as a rainy sky.
Full lips,
Full hips,
Full thighs.
Long hair; same color as sun rise.
Long nails; French tips, colored tequila sunrise.
High heels; 6'feet high.
Heartbreaker; broken hearts piled mile high.
Looking for attention,
From all the wrong guys.
Shaking her ***.
Laughing at his lies.
Just to fit in.
****** in.
Now, she's
Stuck
Ran out of luck
Barely hanging on to nothing.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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