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Lauren
November 2, 2002

Didn't let herself fall
Into the arms of what we truly are
The deep and dark divine well
Wouldn't swallow the poison,
Truth and pure intention
To placate her damaged heart
And fill her hollow void
Ashes to ashes
With a fiery sword to the heart
While flying on angel's wings
Up to this garden of Eden
She regretfully conceded
To take the long way home instead
And sleep alone in her thorny makeshift bed