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Created on: August 05, 2008
Flowing, blond hair
gorgeous, green eyes,
the perfect smile
to capture the guys.
A model like figure
a tight, little ass,
that makes the boys turn
when she does pass.
A past she resents,
the house of Hell,
she tries to look peaceful
so no one can tell.
Daughter of a whore
and a bastard too,
she would give anything
to make her past not true.
She once was hurting
but has removed that cast,
she vows to keep her present
away from her past.
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