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Why do I love her? I do not know. But lazer-etched images of her smile,   her tinkling laughter, and the sway of her hips burn in my mind as the sun, casting all that happened before her into lonely darkness of yesterdamnation.   Why do I love her? I cannot say. But the hole in my soul that yearns for fulfillment fits her face exactly.                Copyright ©2002 Daniel Grey Taylor

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