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Originally Posted by dream  Can you make a poem out of these three words?
design, lipstick, sphere |
The Assassin
Applying lipstick to her lips,
a sexy swagger in her hips,
she has just one night to
make things right
the flickering sphere
that bathroom light
gas station stall
might end it all
a twinge of fear
life so fragile
tonight she'll have to be quite agile
the intricacies of her schematic
what grand design
goal so barbaric
only thought as she pulls the trigger
is how that paycheck will be so much bigger