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Feb 2012
Solicit my virtue even though I have none left to give
The last laugh will be mine when I cease to live
The trembling of my soft tears lick my face like flames
The burning flesh smells of resentment and shame
A ***** heart makes no excuse for an expired mind
Cherish your innocence
Cherish your heart
I no longer want my own to start
Written by
Cecil Davidson
546
   Maddie
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