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Virginity


	His eyes are the mountain topps in January Her lips are the rose petals in spring Death is dark chocolate at its sweetest as she lays on her back pain becomes love Unlike heartache this never fades Stolen from childhood she blossoms from the sun core evening falls and the stars crawl across the earths blanket tears freeze on her cheeks she gave up her idenity they become one her eyes are blood the drink of sinners she has commited the sin that shall be hidden in the depths of her tears she gave her lips to his manhood and he threw her childhood to the wind A WOMAN she IS NOW!!!

514 days ago Reply

i love it
its soo true
your a great writer

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