Her voice of chills, such utterance as could give goosebumps to soul and spirit.
Silk and soft, like nought other, brings thrill into heart.
Then i'm torn apart.
Smooth voice, harsh words, she twists the sweetness she was granted and lust how you have planted.
Her voice cuts air like laser, twisted words sharper than saber.
What have you done?
You could have been the one. Voice calm and smooth as plastic, dosen't make her morals good.

I would change her, for better, if i could.



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