She was rare
French Indian
A beauty
the only French Indian
I knew with
Dyed platinum blonde hair
She was electrifying
When she was angry
She forgot about English
And you could hear
Her rushing the Hindi words
From her mouth
I watched her from a distance
When I was with her sister
Beau was captivating
don't get me wrong
And I was a good boy
A do- gooder
I went out of my way
To make others happy
Until Mauvais-Amour
Until I learned
If it meant she could love
She would speak to me
In her father's native tongue
Of french
And I loved how
She loved me enough
To step out of her comfort zone
How she embraced her self
The French Indian
She was a beauty
Exotic
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Toxic
Teen Fiction"What's your name?" She laughs, a puff of smoke coming from her mouth. "Boy you don't want to know." Even though she was a year younger than me she facinated me. " I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours." She laughs again. " I know your name Magnus...
