Okay, here's a poem i wrote a really long time ago, but was too lazy to do anything with.

My world is black. Everything is black. I cannot see infront of me. My eyes are envieled in a curtain of dark. Then, I come to my senses and say to myself: Wait...My eyes are closed. Word to your mama

-- Princess Ami (taimaishoo1@aol.com), June 28, 2002

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