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Sold I sit in the corner Adorned with glowing gold In a cloud of white chiffon With my Herbal Essence hair Fastened in soft flowing curls Bright ethnic music wraps around me Forming a sweet, tight bubble. I sit in the corner. carted off like oxen. fresh meat displayed arrogant feverish fools tongues hanging saliva droplets yearning for more Green extra value…comes with jewelry! going once, going twice. Deepti Susan Paul
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