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To The Two

One of you is terrible

cruel and malicious

and I've kept far from

his company for a

long gone while.

The other is different

Though mabye he isn't.

In our many



he lends me his


I knew that one was

something unsettling

after I met him and

fell in love to only to be

played with like a ragdoll.

The other hasn't said a thing

But I have always loved him,

Ever since the night I saw him

I hope that I see you again,

But then you...

I'll never speak to again.


  1. Camille,
    How can I get a hold of you for some modeling?

  2. Well, for starts you might want to tell me your name and assure me you are of a decent moral character.

    Seriously though, I definitely need to put pictures back up here so just email me at


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