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Apr 2012
Destruction,
Like a wild storm she rages,
Free, unlike us locked up in cages,
We don't even know what her name is.
But to be her,
We would have to give away what we worked for,
And cried for,
And gave away our pride for.
Damnation,
Shes fleet on her feet,
And should you have the chance to meet,
Quick, grab her.
Paige Prince Stewart
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