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May 2018
she speaks pretty, with the lilt of a lullaby
she needs to learn where her loyalties lie

betrayed by her beauty and the love in her voice
her lies an option when faced with a choice

the face of an angel, innocent and sweet
she'll spin you a story, not missing a beat

with a heart of stone and eyes of stardust,
she'll ruin your day along with your trust
And then there were eight.
Written by
adriana  17/F/la
(17/F/la)   
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