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November 25, 2010
She was such a little creature. Dark hair, dark eyes, but pale pale skin. I never knew her exact shape--always bundled under layers and layers of black hoodies and grey sweaters.

There was a fire in that girl. She tried to hide it, but I saw. Fierce and wild, she was. Her poetry made my skin crawl, made my hair stand on end, made my breath quicken.

She told me her mind was like the dirtiest streets of the world. Maybe so, but in the sunset, those streets glisten silver and gold.

You are silver and gold, my love.