No More

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I drank deeply from the well of her deep purple eyes.
(no more)
The world was truth, there were no lies.
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Her life was strong, her soul bright.
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She was an angel, with her halo of light.
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Her hand in mine, sparks always flying.
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My coy words to her, always plying.
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The unexpected softness of her breast.
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As within my hand this flesh was pressed.
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Why is she
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