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Jagged Edges

Jagged Edgesby Michael Doyle Her jagged edges blur into curves.The way she moves is smooth to my nerves.I like the way I find that her flow hits me.She’s a beautiful disaster that maybe gets me. She says every scar has … Continue reading

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