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| She Has Red Hair I met a red haired blood sucker she sat by herself avoiding my eye a large black flowing cape is what brought her around she smiled and her eyes lit up this red haired blood sucker she is sadistic and masicistic I saw her drink her own blood she is a thirsty red haired blood sucker she grinned at my pins and grinned at my spikes she bit my hand this red haired blood sucker her music is loud her music is rude she has good taste this red haired blood sucker she wants to lick a rockstar I bet she'd bite him too she wants more cheese in her macaroni and cheese she is a poetic red haired blood sucker she took my picture and wrote me a note she is human this red haired blood sucker she took my address and she gave me hers she looks ahead this red haired blood sucker I wrote her and she wrote me back I miss this red haired blood sucker |
| Commentary by Author This is a poem I wrote about a girl I met. She's pretty nifty, her name is Mikal. Click Here to see all about Mikal.. |
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