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They grow long, coming out the same homegetting thick by each slicerarely pulled by the core.
The shaving razor's on the counter with the shaving creamI try to resist the urge to pry the broken shards out of the remainsof the bathroom mirrorI pick up the razor and begin to shaveOh, I got a couple nicks
No shave November? More like no-shave-ever My legs are like I like my men - Super freaking hairy. Venus does not embrace these thighs,
Oh to have a beard, that is my dearest wish. I am so smooth and hairless just like a little fish. It would be smooth and silky like ladies underwear
I divide from my roots with the pierce of a razor. Cleaving a meat fringe, wings endless, pine needles rolling off bark skin, detaches my figure from nature.