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The Queen of my soul 8/28/12She touches parts of me I never fathomed existed, the twist of my genes chromosomes and the nerves of my spleen; She holds my strongest muscle, but she does not know it; She opened the 37th chamber of a spirit that was suspended in anger, released my soul and opened the gates to unfold my love, so forever I give one-hundred and eighty-two hugs to the Queen of my soul... Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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