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Curly Armada

Curly armada, temple the sky,
Dress of hearty cuddles
When she walks of high hill and shape lips.
Of fire passion, her month disbelieve- her voice.
Eyes slam the doors,
Swap corners hold.
Nail finger pierces her skin talk.

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