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Behind the veil (Free verse) by INTRANSIT

She came to me with fiery hair and smelled of Innisfree. Lo, had the blankest of cold stares from where her heart should be. Yes, 'tis true, I'd taken her heart and left her breast with none. When time came, we'd rudely part... she went back to Irelands' son.

Caducus 1-Oct-03/1:12 AM
fine squirt of ink even




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