Dean Marais
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Black SilkA Poem by Dean MaraisFor Emily |
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New CarA Poem by Dean MaraisSome people think what they own or who they know defines them |
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PoisonA Poem by Dean MaraisHer lips will taste like the sweetest wine But its the wine that never satisfies A wine that never gets you drunk Her skin will be softer and faire.. |