#Ideastory: Doll
Let me be the mole on your chin, he says,
One you touch when you’re thinking, unthinking.I’m a plastic Barbie, she says,
PERFECT.
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Let me be the mole on your chin, he says,
One you touch when you’re thinking, unthinking.I’m a plastic Barbie, she says,
PERFECT.
*If you like this you might want to check out my photostory collection or my Instagram stream.
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