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Nov 2014
He had blue and orange eyes that were black when he's high
And sweet peach lips that turned white
Soft red hands,
That turned gray from the ash
Toes that were purple in the light
A trembling heart,
That glowed green in the dark,
And yellow all under his nails
Slapped-pink cheeks,
A couple golden back teeth
The same shade of black from before in his hair
Calli Kirra
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Calli Kirra  23/Los Angeles/London
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