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Mar 2010
And she sat there an innocent girl,
amongst many wolves.
all wanting a piece, some wanting her legs,
some what rest between her thighs,
some what lay under her breast plate.
she would no longer share herself
she was hers alone.
too brilliant, too special to share.
she will wait, wait for the one who held the key.
the one who held some understanding,
someone to help reach her spiritual plane.
Written by
amber cash
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   Heather Mirassou
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