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her eyes are dark
her mind clearer
her soul black
for each man fears her

she does not fear lose
or even pain
shes felt it before
and will again

her face to the wind
as she screams her goodbyes
and she takes a leap
to see if she can fly

now she is gone
an angel with wings
in the choir of heaven
her soul does it sing.
Posted: 2012-12-16 17:01:46 UTC

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2013-01-28 00:58:07Laura Glossop
Love this one really good x