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May 15, 2012
She was a virgin of her own choosing.
Not yet deflowered.
A fortress of protection,
or maybe a sexual coward?
An heiress of un-trodden sand.
Her body a temple
A shrine
A wonderland of undiscovered treasure
And only she held the key in her hand
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