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Red


Blond hair, Blue eyes 

Red dress, Red ride

On a mission, she goes

Where? no one knows

to finish her task

she must be fast

tonight is a full moon 

and it will be dark soon

she was all alone 

no service on her phone

She was a perfect target

and we will never forget 

"please don't" she pled

and soon all we saw was red

She was attacked 

and never came back 

Blond hair, Blue eyes 

Red dress, Red dies.

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