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Sep 2019
She is Fire lit in dark heartless ice
And kissing her lips is hell’s frostbite
Her mind is darkened her will is sly
A perfectly held together broken being
Held by hurt anger and pain camouflaged by makeup
The melody of her body is sensual, words sweet
But the honey and instrument is fragile frail weak
Scared by the past her present is shaky
But at least she's still pretty by their standards
The price of beauty
Junior McIntyre
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Junior McIntyre
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