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Jan 2011
She passed me on the street,
My next masterpiece that is.
Five foot eight, brown hair, baby blue eyes.
Darling angel with a big smile.

She deserved nothing less than a
Dark alley flash of steel lights out.
Pure simple, quick.

Sitting posed against the wall,
Red letters spell her fate.
What she is many will know,
What she gave me I will show.
Written by
Dejan Dudich
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