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Looks can be deceiving |
| Her golden blond locks and sky blue eyes Contradicted the harsh raspy voice That was her own demise Her words were serpent-tongued Instead of being sweet as honey A connection to her can’t be made A sweet angel-faced girl Was more like a devil and a shrew Like a person possessed In another’s body Perhaps an exorcism would cure her ills Returning the sweet voice to the sweet body Exorcising the devil to whence it came Then and only then will it be possible To even begin speaking to one like her |