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She is the toxic fume that in habits my lung. She is the parasite that dwells inside. She is the inspiration for life. She is the cause of death. She is the spring from which love flows. She is the birth place for hatred. She is the earth and the sky. The heaven and the flames of hell. She is my passion, my obsession, my love, My hate, my blood, my body, my heart, soul, birth, life, death, emotions. She is my world. She is my written word.

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Date: 2/13/2009 6:43:00 PM
Very good write, Joseph. But I'm curious...If she's your world, why would she be the birth place for hatred or the flames of hell, hate or death...doesn't seem like these fit in there. I liked most of the write which reflected her being your world.
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