She
She;
a vision of perfection,
a creation of pure magic,
she flows through every inch of me,
healing the damage
time has inflicted on this weary mind.
For each breath, each touch,
each moment in her presence,
I am forever grateful,
that the Universe chose
to smile upon me.
-Artie DaMann(c)2013-
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