Faultless Face
She's got what con artists call
a faultless face,
so lovely, her secret crimes are
without trace;
no matter what she does, no matter
the place,
she stares deep into your soul and wins
the race;
her smile opens and shuts doors for her
with ease,
and you, the cop, let her get away
with these.
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2007
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