NaughtyGoth99
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She wrote with pen she was given,
There were words only ink could speak
The deep thoughts in her brain
Were unique and special
She couldn't wait to floud the page,
Everytime a ich arrives, tingling her viens
She must write, using the pen she
Was given from the darkest part of her soul
She writes, You Read, You understand.
*A Collection Of Poems, I have Written Over The Years*