don't touch her lashes, it's fake, she's wearing falsies.
no, don't touch her hair, again it's fake;just a wig.
her luminous eyes seem like the moonlight beaming with life,
an ostentatious stare sure is a snare.
her cramming desire is to make a bite
one step to oblivion, she will promise you a delight.
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