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|By Request|
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For Charmed.

Charmed and Lost

Those trips you take,
Are they really to that place?
Are they to those that birthed you
And gave you the soft face?

Intentions of gold,
A heart like diamonds;
A silver stare
Stalling the villains in her mind.

A watchful eye
Left peering overhead;
Wishing those the maternal one
Would wash up dead.

At night she parties
But is left broken and shamed
From empty nights of passion
Leaving heartache from these flames.

©2003 Joe Jenkins