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Her

Blood on her lips, Hands on her hips

A demon woman in angel skin

Kisses like liquor,  love like wine

Makes me drunk every time

 

Hair twisted into spiral curls

Eyes green, brown and out of this world

And the men followed behind,

Watching her twirl

 

For her innocence isn’t half

As true as you’d think in this world

For the true horrors and evils

Are bizarre just like that pretty girl

 

 

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