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Mar 2019
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.
Written by
Megan Parson  18/F/India
       Özcan Sh, Fecundeity, Luz, ---, --- and 18 others
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