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Girl of Hallows
sweet mystery of decadence and what some might say interferance of our destiny So soon we betray our own thoughts and mayhaps we try to steer clear of what may cost alot.. The majestic guilt..and partly made quilt..designed for the timid and earnestly needy.. So fashionally built.. The change in the weather.. Made me bring out my woolen sweater.. And gastly covered hood Walking down the snow covered dawn and taste the lips of my well traced hips..Can't you see..the traitor is amongst your own wanton thoughts.. And to give so much.. Only leaves you naked to the touch.. And remember.. the flaming ember of lust sweet lust.. so young and tender.. Let it be known.. the girl of hallows is waiting for you and inside her you'll find..treasures of vivid sickness..surely to blind.. By Rick Weber October 30, 2011 copywritten ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Vote for this poem
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