Gale in jail
Though make-up
Powdered face
Mascara, false eyelash
Lipstick, and cream
Yet…
Still…
You cute little girl
Brown eye-Golden hair
With nose round
Meaty lips
Are venom
You can kill.
No! Sorry! I am wrong.
Lasting life you breathe.
Why not kiss?
Just for lease
Give the keys
You are gale; in the jail
I must run for my life.
(When released)
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