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Dec 2014
Her blade is the one
                                                 that slits your throat .
His blood is the one
                                                  that gives her a red coat .

Her breast are the ones
                                                 that lure you in .
The biggest room is where
                                                 the torture will begin .


The sheets are the ones
                                                 that muffle a scream .
The lights are the ones
                                                  that causes a dead eye's gleam.

Beware , beware
                                                  of the woman in red .
For she is the forsaken
                                                 Assassin*.
Last poem of the year ♥
Naomie
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