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Oct 2010
She was mystical
                            beautiful
                  ­                      an angel in the flesh.

You were gullible
                           swoonable
                                      a romantic, nothing less.

I was tired
                   unwilling
                               a friend at its best.

Her call was alluring
                                    entrancing
         ­                                     a song to summon all the rest.

And it was too late
                             hopeless
                                       you didn't have too far to fall.

But she caught you
                               that demon
                                         with her deadly siren's call.
Written by
Becca Calvillo
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       India Davidson, D Conors and Seb Garcia
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