Friday, March 26, 2010

"mini-poem creations"

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Filthy Perfection

She sits in the dark room
remembering the feeling
oh how she longs for it
she wants it back

The feeling of the destruction
that was put upon her body
she shouldnt shes shamed
but whats once more

its so perfect
yet so filthy

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