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Nov 2014
Lips Red, like an aged fine wine
Hair long and silky,
God she looks Divine,
Skin so smooth like a car, fresh off the line
Man oh man I wish she was mine
I'm crushing hard, in case you couldn't tell
Not saying so would be a lie I would never be able to sell
But who? Who? I'll never tell ;)
NeroameeAlucard
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NeroameeAlucard  Chicago Illinois
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