(A/N just to be clear, this poem is a matching plot to the last story, Little Girl.)
There was a little girl
She came out late at night,
Her long black hair and porcelain complexion
It could give people a good fright,
She would give you a quick grin
And scare you out of your skin,
For the grin she wore,
It was deathly
Leaving you are bare
And leaving nothing but your body,
For that little girl
She sucked your soul
And left with nothing other than a swirl...
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bedtime stories
Short Storysome pretty little stories written by yours truly, olivia logman. a collection of small stories that i had to write for school, some are weird, some are creative. this will d e f i n i t e l y not be unpublished - sorry for my habit of doing that...
