My poemWhen she was older she went chasing rabbits
Clumsy, wind thin, she didn't think she was pretty
So she hid in the snow covered holes
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- Interests: Drawing, sketching, oil paint, acrylic, oil pastels, chalk, photography, modeling, acting, writing
- Favourite movie: Girl Interupted
- Favourite band or musician: The Dresden Dolls
- Favourite genre of music: Any music made between 1950 and 1970
- Favourite artist: Picasso, Renoir, Khalo, O'Cerans
- Favourite poet or writer: Sylvia Plath, Thomas A. Harris
- Favourite photographer: Olivia Wright
- Personal Quote: "Faster, faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death." Hunter S. Thompso
- Website: http://www.myspace.com/dahhlia
- AIM: snowwhitedahlias
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