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CERBERUS; NOEVIL/// Sheree Davidson
Eight. Daughter dances in front of the mirror, puckers pink lip gloss, hands on what will be hips one day. Do you think I will ever be kissed? “Someday. What kind of person do you want to kiss? It had better be someone great for those lips. You can…” say no, Mo-om, my body, I know-uh. I tell her again what I needed someone to tell me.
CERBERUS; NOEVIL
///Sheree Davidson