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Title: Wired To Kill
Once upon a time, when clocks weren’t real,
Around the same time no one knew how to feel.
A beautiful woman strolled through the square,
A smirk on her face she knew people would stare.
But not one pair of eyes pointed in her direction,
Just silent winds, howling at her reflection.
The woman was amazed at this unusual reaction,
So she let her smile do all of the action.
Still, no one looked, no one cared,
Nothing but her smile and the sun’s red glare.
Outraged by this mysterious place,
Thoughts in her mind as she started to pace.
Looking around, she saw a figure,
Out in the far, it was the grave digger.
She approached this man, and smiled at him,
No response, as the sun starts to dim.
Saddened by this terrible shunning,
The woman thought of something very cunning.
She re-approached the digger and grabbed his hand,
Quick as the thunder, it turned into sand.
Scared to death, the woman let out a scream,
Just to find herself awoken from a dream.
She started to weep, she started to cry,
She catches her breath, while she let out a sigh.
She looks to the corner, she see’s a man,
Dead as the night, cold as a fan.
In shock, she looked at her hand,
Bloody like hell, it turns into sand.
Beautiful, lost, and frozen still,
Just a pretty face, wired to kill.
Quite interesting to read.
This was very Good.