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Not Your Average Greasy ChickFIRST POETRY IN MONTHS.Not Your Average Greasy Chick
her breath tasted of cigarettes, with eyes glazed out of control, she speaks of garbage and, I don't think she has a soul.
utterly gross with putrid hair, greasy, long, people often stare. i stand beside her, happy and clean. while she mopes around, dirty and mean.
but she doesn't care,
she doesn't care. about what she wears, about whos eyes do stare,
I guess she's just that hardcore.
/poetry fail.
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