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Poem
Posted On: 03/20/2008 22:02:00
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....A Locked Door,
A Rusty Razor,
A Towel Stained With Red,
A Folded Not On The Floor,
A Broken Mirror,
A Young Girl Lays There Dead.
Their Emotions Tangle,
The Room Begins To Swirl,
She Was Mom's Perfect Angel,
And Daddy's Little Girl...
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