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Her joints are weary, walking is a pain. But beauty becomes her, in the most unconventional way. It oozes from her pores, onto the pages where gentle hands lay. Her beauty is a passion, laid elegantly in each piece she creates.
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May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 11:17 PM UTC
Beauty
Her joints are weary, walking is a pain. But beauty becomes her, in the most unconventional way. It oozes from her pores, onto the pages where gentle hands lay. Her beauty is a passion, laid elegantly in each piece she creates.
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17/F/Troye Eastern
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 11:17 PM UTC
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