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Dark Eyes
Dark eyes deep soul she'll take control or give it away, a passing by on a glance just won't do, to the bias view shes a bit off que, the dim light ain't her right, left it for the vocal que thats right in tune, she replaced it and gave it a lime, now she shines brighter. Believes that beauty, is a movie in sweats with a minion. Cocky controls her swag, knows that all that she has is more than enough, her sexi is addictive if mischief made grace she'd have her in spades. She's got the gift of the gab tell you she dont use, then check into rehab. Elegance right beside her. Beautiful isn’t fair, in the crossing air she’ll give you a myth, to mystify your thoughts and show you a standard, god don't make mistakes infact he planned her.
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Kevin Hurley
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