Title Witheld (Aragman... with a secret) :)A Poem by ConstanceEtcher move ions I seem to have misplaced Oh icemen strove to sway my soul but we Converse time, oh always time well spent
Some overt niche you do seem to have filled Heroic venom set veins afire in instants Time chosen over quality? Never again
Corniest move, eh?
© 2008 ConstanceAuthor's Note
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