Wisps of hair flowing freely across her olive skin,
Her chocolate eyes pierce her suitor's grin.
Gently, just gently, she turns her head,
Revealing the marks of a greater dead.
His eyes wander to the two holes down her elongated flawless neck,
Oh,what a wild one he thinks, she must be from Quebec.
He starts to walk the other way, the wind shifting in his direction,
Ruining the girl's perfect complexion.
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