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she had a fever

or so she said

this seemingly

drowning maid

shrieking in pain

or so she seemed

she was a venus

without a head

she hid behind

her headlessness

and grinned maliciously

i never knew

she was deceiving

and was simply luring me

came one gentle butterfly

swiftly gliding
sweet talking

in a shining armor

broke our silence

seduced her with his craving



i was fooled

right at the moment

when she claimed she

lost the fever

now the tounge

that fooled me

is being fooled

by the french kiss

of her lover



-satyrical? i think its pretty amusing -