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He comes for her against her better nature, he waits for her to falter then whispers in her ear, he sends dark clouds to weaken her spirit. But I am here, and here I stay. His tricks will not tempt me, his sweet blandishments are dust to me. I am her rock and whilst this last garrison stands he shall not have her soul. My goddess will fly free and I shall guard her wings. Always.
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Christine brand 17 Jan 2007
Excellent depiction of the struggles of the heart, Great words too.Analua 10 Jul 2006
Wonderful work!!!Anonymous Guest 16 Jun 2006
Great colour and effect enhanced by your wonderful prose! Love it G XXChris Williams 28 May 2006
wow so vibrantAngelina 26 May 2006
Wow this is incredible stuff