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Not in years... but in agony.
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Saturday, August 14, 2010
so i was once well
& in those dreams I saw both your eyes Sapphires of the sea Silver and poison Only wolves would fear Rightly so Their brothers taught them well Sisters warned them to stay away From man who are men Women that are women & their's also