Mar 2019
Her lips were stained red,
Her bright smile, utter dread.
Befitting a She-vampire,
"But tis only Beetroot, Sire!"
Her bright smile, utter dread.
Befitting a She-vampire,
"But tis only Beetroot, Sire!"
Looks can be deceptive,
Be always adaptive.
Be always adaptive.
(21/F/India)
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