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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2011-04-13 | [Text in der Originalsprache: english] | Her hair shading strands over the left eye under a pressured tremor small beads of perspiration trickle slowly around the temple of her freshly pressed hair springing spice "ultra sheen original hair dress" he recalled colored girls grown women lining the inside of their mamas medicine cabinets or inside the kitchen drawer next to the burnt straightening comb she reminded him of big sister Evelyn enduring rituals hair washing, combing thru thick locks drying and pressing it clean straight scented pomades at Mrs. Beach Beauty Parlor she is everything in a memory beneath him flipping thru moments beautiful as Black Ivory and Blue Magic french kissing Nina on the rooftop time vanish promptly swelling between her legs reeling over her ellipsoidal prettiness tarnish mind's eye lighted by a shimmer drooping strands over her left eye... © 2011 Lepadah
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