Her claws too deep in his skin
Her grip on his heart too tight
No peaceful breath can be taken.
No break from her evil desires.How toxic she is ;
A mastermind painted angel.The strings in her hands ,
she toys with his mind
Twisting , scarring , damning
Oh beautiful outcome!
One monster bewitchedShe scribbles him down 'the villain
When truth—he's only damaged.18.8.18
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