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Mar 2015
Such a beauty cannot go
untainted for long
even the prettiest rose
will grow herself some thorns

Luring your naive pray
in your arms, your twisted game
make them stay, and then you slay
the thorns of you will be their end
Wait...
They don't love you like I love you...
Jan Harak
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Jan Harak  Czech Republic
(Czech Republic)   
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     ---, Brianne, Girl On The Wing and ---
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