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Monday, April 11, 2005


I must post this again
This poem has found new meaning in my heart, but I suppose it always had that meaning, I just refused to acknowledge it...

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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