She had brown skin, like chocolate. She smelled like it, too. He loved chocolate, but he loved her more. . She had beautiful, brown eyes Although she complained that they were plain. He loved her eyes, but he loved her more. . Her hair was always up in a bun With messy strands sticking out of the top. He loved her hair, but he loved her more. . She seemed so perfect when she smiled, Her eyes a pair Of crescent moons. He loved her smile, but he loved her more. . Alas, It was too late when he realized She was a drug to him; His beautiful paradise, Deadly She had him around her finger. He wanted more.
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