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Cold, Even with the sun on her face she’s cold, A simple smile, And a screening stare, She seems so innocent at the same time, But what we don’t see, Or hear, Is the truth behind that stare, And the reason behind her chill, She’s a devil, They all are, And those smiles only hide sharp tongues, Claws left behind that soft skin, Cold hearts filled with dead blood.
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May 16, 2010
May 16, 2010 at 7:01 PM UTC
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Cold, Even with the sun on her face she’s cold, A simple smile, And a screening stare, She seems so innocent at the same time, But what we don’t see, Or hear, Is the truth behind that stare, And the reason behind her chill, She’s a devil, They all are, And those smiles only hide sharp tongues, Claws left behind that soft skin, Cold hearts filled with dead blood.
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May 16, 2010
May 16, 2010 at 7:01 PM UTC
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