Helena
Thursday, 3 August, 2006

Her skin the color of snow,
her hair black as the night.
Her curves, very curvy.
Her smile, make me hard.
…
I am so bad with poems… BAH!
“His room is a swirling vortex of entropy.”

Her skin the color of snow,
her hair black as the night.
Her curves, very curvy.
Her smile, make me hard.
…
I am so bad with poems… BAH!
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