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My Henna
written by xLovexTrippxFontanex11:03 PM 1/9/05In my skin, lies the stain.
My name can be well seen. Because know one cares to know me.
Over my heart, I cut an "X" where my heart had once been. To show all who stare, where to stab.
My fairie costume, is now tattered and torn.
I have fought my way through life, and I have been forever stained by My Henna.
There is no comfort in, my own skin. I am the stain of your life that never fades. Because of My Henna.
I am the one that makes you feel like you are never alone. My Henna has made you mine.
I am your sexual desire and yet, the natural enemie of your heart.
All along, you were my slave. ThanX to My Henna. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
I am the "forever stained" fairie, you seem to despise. Because I am life's deadly Henna.
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