By Jenna Holland (poetic_angel@gurlmail.com) Date: 7 October 1999
She stripped him of something that was my taking. I wanted it. I wanted it right pure clean First, only. It would be the only thing that would be mine all mine, unreplaceable, undeniable. Then it would be ours Mine and His. Untouchable But now it's thiers He's dirty stained denied. And I can't help but be in total envy of her.