As All Engagements BecomeA 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. © 2011 ZeeDeeVille |
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Added on May 14, 2011 Last Updated on May 14, 2011 Author
ZeeDeeVilleOrlando, FLAbout[I am re creating my account because I have not been able to log into my other account] was not born Anabelle Vizcarrondo, I was born a human that was meant to take that definition. I was made into.. more..Writing
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