DANGEROUSLY BEAUTIFUL

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She has the killing current in her eyes,
The nose as sharp as the sword,
Her lips as the bow and the words as arrows,
Cheeks flushed red as the colour of the blood,

Freezing coldness spread across her eyes,
A sinister smirk beautifully sitting on her lips,
Oh! How enchanting she was not as an angel but as a devil,
She was beautiful, dangerously beautiful.

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