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Post by Lestat on Mon May 12, 2014 8:13 pm


Beautifully breaking mirrors,
Unforgivably radiant.

Looking like the devil made her,
But God created her.

Every feature resembles,
Looking at what is to be my mother.

Violet are the eyes,
Wild and dangerous.

Some how this women standing in front,
Some how in love with her.

She is no longer my mother,
But my first creation.

One of the first that I have made.

Author Notes
This is to my first.

Written February 23rd, 2006

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