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April 28, 2013

 

 

She was a virgin of her own choosing.

Not yet de-flowered, a sexual coward,

and heiress of untrodden 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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