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The Sinister

He tries to help her, a stranger on her own With friendly and warm smiling face he offers his phone She stands still and worries of his sincerity He shows more welcome and says, “How ‘bout a ride until the city?” She gets in the car with smiling face Getting comfortable after awhile, she even plays with her dress’ lace The 40 year-old man asks her how old she is The girl answers, “ Well…old enough to do this.” “What?”, the wise guy surprised of what comes outside her bag A silver handgun in her grasp He can’t believe it, he drives out of track She grins, that guy just sends himself in a trap “You pay my generosity with animosity. What do you want, spare my life the least.” “Oh, poor baby, now your money isn't my priority. It just, your pure soul will complete our feast.”

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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