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| The dim Gray Light of a Midnight Moon, Swiftly tried to Disappear behind A snow white Cloud Happly drifting pass, Not wanting To be seen In Her Pain Filled State. Trust, No longer Irrelevant In Her Lonely Balloon Of Life, As the Whirling winds Blow Her Depressed Thoughts Angrily through Her Twisted Soul. <Keeping To Myself> Copy Right 2004 Mallory Stroop |
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