Standing at the bus-stop, rubbing my eyes
I saw a woman with papaya breasts clad in a light pink cotton shirt
nipples bulging from the left and right of her.
Anyone can say Something about Everything.
But nothing really matters.
Standing at the bus-stop, rubbing my eyes
I saw a woman with papaya breasts clad in a light pink cotton shirt
nipples bulging from the left and right of her.
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