asheena
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life
The heels she steps in is high
The heels she feels in is dry
The way she walks in is a lie
The way she strides in has pride
The way she was a sad cry
The internal mystery is that she wanted to die
But the heels she walked in gave her a forever Rhythm to
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The Immortal Wize says: Dope lines! much respect |
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amin901 says: geed work beautiful lady |
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