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Beauty for ashes

Her House was ablaze, Smoke filled each room she Was barely alive, Congested and faint, A withered rose suffocates, She fell to her knees, Voice heard loud and clear, Severed through the pollution, Arise, your set free! By: Sabina Nicole

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 6/8/2011 6:47:00 PM
Very mvoing and touchy tale, with fitting images, Sabina
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