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Mother of nature I call her with the curves in her hips and the waves swim through her hair the sweet taste on her lips taste of strawberries.... Makes your body quiver with the thought of you tasting her lips I'm not done yet her eyes shows me colors like fifty shades of Beauty very optimistic...... it Shows you the future they say I have seen all through her eyes of wonder... Her smile is like the beauty of the sun set you can't miss it it's ugh.. Im sitting here reminiscing of the last glimpse of her beauty that's why I call her mother of nature

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