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Saturday, February 26, 2005


   Poem written by a freind
Her movements define grace
Her features define beauty
Her voice purrs with a passionate song
Yet I could never please her flawless existence
And I now burn with icy pain
Worse then the loss of white innocence
To watch her admire one who doesn't deserve
The affection of heavenly made flesh and Sweet blood

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