By Barbii
He was my sweet lover. He made me feel the death, because he opened my eyes and took my hand, helped me see, fore, I did not understand. He showed me a beautiful death, how wonderful it could be, and in one swift motion, He opened my veins for me. I was dead and no one would ever have to see. Written April 17th, 2002 © on Apr 17 2002 07:19 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"He was my sweet lover...." by Barbii
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