Femme Fatale

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Her breath a deadly poison,
Her lips the sharp syringe,
She’s my Femme Fatale.

Her skin the shade of death,
Her hair as black as pitch,
She’s my Femme Fatale.

Her figure a perfect hourglass,
Her bones long and slim,
She’s my Femme Fatale.

Her eyes a piercing sapphire,
Her lips the ruby’s red,
She’s my Femme Fatale.

Her whisperings the purest lies,
Her heart a broken shadow,
She’s my Femme Fatale.

My loneliness a funereal shroud,
Mourning my stolen soul.
She was my Femme Fatale.





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