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She wants me.


With one look she condemned me,  Who was I to know who she would be, First look I smiled stupidly, First look she grilled me, I fell hard into her trap, I fell into her cold evil hand to wrap, Her eyes so demonic and dark Her teeth sharp like those of a shark Her face scaly and pale, Her look violent yet stale, Her body ready and fit, Her hand hard and ready to hit, Her touch put me in a shock , She stood right next to me to mock, She made sure I was in her sights, I am for sure part of her fight, Shes like a tiger ready to attack, I am her plan to stab my dads back, I can feel her crave for me, All she need is that chance to seek, I can't risk being alone or found, If I do she'll snatch me without a sound, Her eyes show her revengeful thirst, My heart is ready to burst, She has intimated me, I'm scared, and she smells it in me, What should I do or say? I know she's awaiting her day.
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