Angel

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She carries her weapon
On her lips,
Her armour
On her fingertips,
With every step she ignites fire,
Of burning desire,
For which they fell,
Don't mistake her for an angel
Coz she rules the hell...

By: Ellowyn



















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She is a sweet poison...

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