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Feb 2019
Her eyes were dark,
Her voice was captivating,
Demon in disguise.

He tried to be dark,
But there was a little spark,
A fallen angel.

A lonely road,
Is where they had met by fate,
With nothing to lose.

They had hell to raise.
Quetta Rose
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Quetta Rose  17/F
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