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What Happend

Her eyes were darkend pools
 of twisted torment.
 Her lips were broken lines
 of lovely lies.
 Her chest was tight and cold
 from her heavy hardend heart.
 And her legs were
 Slender sticks of secret scars.

-ARI

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  1. Date: 2/14/2013 11:36:00 AM

    A lovely poem!