Mystique Freak Poem by Trade Martin

Mystique Freak



She had a weird air about her…,
And I couldn’t….,
Figure it out…..,
But I felt I could care about her…,
If I had the chance….,
With a strange mystique…,
I knew she was a freak…,
That’s why I called her….,
Mystique Freak….! ! !

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