Tasha

Cunning Green Girls Ah! Finally he noticed the     green girl immediately he threw her into one of his poems (which read like newspaper articles) with white roses, no less men are slow to read between the lines of cunning women yet they all want one I see you in your black coat on the train runaway statistics flashing in your eyes nose alert for the smell of salt and green it was all much more exciting when you went through your black period powerful, straight, uncompromising like the NYC skyscrapers But green? you can't pull her head back by her hair and say beg me in green.. there is a salad dressing called Green Goddess

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