As all engagements become.A Poem by ZeeDeeVilleWired metal siver ring Clutches at my finger. What have you here, odd stranger? What determines your presense.
"Am I a lie here?" He replies with sullen worry. I don't know what to make of this mass murder. I wear this wired ring on my finger. It's what determines your presense.
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1 Review Added on February 15, 2008 AuthorZeeDeeVilleOrlando, FLAboutMy name is Anabelle I am Native American and Spanish I am an Artist in many forms I consider writing a beautiful art I have a poem out, it is published, I am really excited about that :) I don't reall.. more..Writing
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