her

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Skin of peach,
Smooth and soft looking.
Her eyes cruel and frozen over with ice.
She inspected me,
Like i was a freak,
Stuffed in a glass jar.
Hair, auburn, down to her thighs,
Dress, sparkly, black and silver, tight.
Face, amused, curious.
Surely she was laughing at me,
I am a joke.
Presence, fragrant with vanilla and lavendar.
Sensual and spiteful.
Her

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