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i remember the first time i met her

her smile screamed trouble

her eyes held mischief

her hair shone beneath the party lights

and the little red dress she wore looked beautiful on her

when she left that night, she took my heart with her

but while it was in her possession, she broke it

[everyone dances with the devil] - p . f.

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