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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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