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Updated: Jul 15, 2025

By Queena Khoja


Her lips were deep red 

As she smiles as bright as a fortune

Hiding all the dark secrets behind it

Eyes wander around 

Searching her prey

She's a mystery 

One can't solve

A glass of wine in her hand

To stop the hate

Which crawls through her back

She's a devil

Set free for a night 

To take the revenge 

She craves for

She's the fire

A beauty that will burn you


By Queena Khoja



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