She walks in.
She is lovely, but I can see her motive in her eyes.
She will kill tonight.
For some odd reason I am moved.
I am ready to see the outcome.
Someone is going to be killed.
Killed.
Life no more.
I would kill for her to pick me.
but who am I to speak?
Saturday, May 22, 2010
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