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In my cavern, my treasure trove,
sits many wonders just above my stove,
inside this place are many things,
no, not like silver, gems and diamond rings.
Inside my little box, my treasure chest,
are things I've cherished through life's quest,
loving words and pictures, trinkets made to last,
all kept together from days already since passed.
Secrets and stories and laughter they hold,
moments of passion in the midst of winters cold,
here in front of my stove, these treasures stay deep,
inside of my heart are my treasures I keep.
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For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620
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