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Where the heck ARE they
Budding, new,
waiting to bloom.
Small, quaint, but
frustration looms.
Where are they?
Blushing, I fume!
Thirty-two bra size ~ I’m doomed.
:(
nette onclaud’s contest entered 6/16/2012:
THE CROWN OF MY BODY----A WHITNEY
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