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Feb 2010
Her name is Lucybell,
The object of my Temptation.
Her hands are shackles that keep me in place.
Her arms, the chains that tell me not to astray.
Her *****, catacombs of happiness and sorrow,
Where from my elation and troubles i can burrow.
Her eyes, dangling prisons for my soul,
Where Angel winged daemons parade it,
For all of life's creations to observe it.
Written by
Carlos Elorza
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     --- and D Conors
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