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Waiting for the world to end.
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updated February 7 2009
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About Me
...Upon my perch, this shallow built wall;
The darkness behind me, to cushion my fall;
I wait for her presence, to shatter despair;
To bring back my sanity, with a swirl of her hair.
Her voice just a whisper, to comfort my soul;
Her touch like a feather, her hair black as coal;
Her eyes a deep hazel, her gaze even deeper;
Her lips stained with blood, the kiss of a weeper...
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