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Aug 2011
Black metallic steel
not as dark as the anger
that she feels.
She felt herself reel
slowing
growing
as hard as the black metallic steel.
Stowing away her anger
she entered into the danger
through the doors
of the lonely more.
I have no idea what I am doing. Haha:)
Kim Dew
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Kim Dew
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   ---, Michelle and Jon Tobias
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