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Behind a mass of tangles hair does lie and girl with soul in ruins. Incased inside that quiet hole shes made herself, the recluse only named, she awaits he who can see beyond the darkness which incloses her face of porcelian. Beautiful job. haha. sorry bout the random poetry.. ive decided to review everything i buy with some of my poetry at random x]
Rating:  [5 of 5 Flaming Jalapenos!] |
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