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by AloneInaCrowd May 14, 2005 category : Life, society / other
She is the wind And all who try to Mold her Lose her For she is the spirit Of obstinance. She is the darkest shadow Her violet stare Casts glassy images Upon the ground Beneath her. She is the choppy water With a temper Dangerously volatile Capable of drowning Those who hurt her. She is I.