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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. (no more) Her life was strong, her soul bright. (no more) She was an angel, with her halo of light. (no more) Her hand in mine, sparks always flying. (no more) My coy words to her, always plying. (no more) The unexpected softness of her breast. (no more) As within my hand this flesh was pressed. (no more) Why is she No more