Gripped Ketten
Gripped inside her studious look,
look at the razors in her eyes.
Eyes that speak determination,
determination holds you gripped.
Gripped with all of her quiet fire,
fire that feels fiendishly catching.
Catching left you with bated breath,
breath that’s totally transfixed gripped.
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