Poppy Fry

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Requime Of The Stalkers - Poem by Poppy Fry

the color white
has never been so beautiful
until now
your ever changing aura of colors
in your eyes

I can my world in them

Your black hair caresses
your angelic face

angels above look down at you
and feel like a disgrace

nothing can hold me back from you

you don't know me,
but soon you will...

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 14, 2009



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