#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.
*If you like this you might want to check out my photostory collection or my Instagram stream.
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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