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Her lips were stained red,    Her bright smile, utter dread.       Befitting a She-vampire,          "But tis only Beetroot, Sire!"
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Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 3:12 AM UTC
Vampire
Her lips were stained red,    Her bright smile, utter dread.       Befitting a She-vampire,          "But tis only Beetroot, Sire!"
Looks can be deceptive, Be always adaptive.
#vampire#beetroot#red#dread#smile#deceptive
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megan_parson
23/F/India
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 3:12 AM UTC
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