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Mar 2014
Mistress of the night
sweet smell of darkness
oh how cherished was the scent
never knowing until it was too late

true love's blinded sight
a pain never fading, forever ageless
tattered soul left in fragments
pain that never will abate

oh mistress of the night
*please don't fade into the shadows
Anon C
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Anon C  35/F/Virginia
(35/F/Virginia)   
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