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H (Target)
He was Called H,
His game was fetch,
I was his catch ball,
Or he thought so, I stalled.
I was on my work,
Nothing meant Nothing,
I got my Gun and Peppermints,
Dates which ended with me blushing.
I knew I had to shoot,
Which was obviously professional,
His eyes matched cuteness of Groot,
His charm was so commercial.
I almost fell by the emotion,
But got what I wanted,
His death was a huge Commotion,
In a party, Flashy gowns, beauty flaunted.
Oh I shot, right in the head,
I wasn't sorry of course,
He didn't regret, that felt bad,
He accepted without any force.
© Hexa
His game was fetch,
I was his catch ball,
Or he thought so, I stalled.
I was on my work,
Nothing meant Nothing,
I got my Gun and Peppermints,
Dates which ended with me blushing.
I knew I had to shoot,
Which was obviously professional,
His eyes matched cuteness of Groot,
His charm was so commercial.
I almost fell by the emotion,
But got what I wanted,
His death was a huge Commotion,
In a party, Flashy gowns, beauty flaunted.
Oh I shot, right in the head,
I wasn't sorry of course,
He didn't regret, that felt bad,
He accepted without any force.
© Hexa
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