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May 2015
Her eyes are so dark and full of evil.
Her lips are so full and constantly swollen.
Her hair is as dark and shiny.
Her heart is so helpless and already stolen.
Her hands are so fragile powerful.
Her smile is so straight and captivating.
Her figure so graceful and lustful.
Her body so scarred and cut up.
She's so lost and well, just lost.
She's so unpredictable, and really just full of it.
She's so gone.
She could never be enough.
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La Guerra Continua  21/In permanent transition
(21/In permanent transition)   
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   Camron Elliott
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