When Dressed to KillA Poem by Nevillethis is not entirely untrue ..When Dressed to
Kill She was quite unique and in her own way, stood out from the crowd, like the front bonnet of a metallic British Racing Green Alfa Romeo .. In fact, it was whilst she was still firing blindly like that, from the hip and on all cylinders .. Like some manic assassin, in tears, tiara and her torn matching green silk party dress .. That I just so happened, to catch sight of all the charcoal black mascara smeared unladylike, across each of her flushed cheeks .. And she began to pick over those numerous, anonymous human remains laying still and face down, in such hideous and very long rows piled high in deep uncaring gutters .. And when precisely it dawned on me in a world of back on back uncertainties, I was sure if looks could kill, then she would have clearly made one hell of a
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3 Reviews Added on January 24, 2025 Last Updated on January 24, 2025 AuthorNevilleGone West folks....., United KingdomAboutSometimes my imagination get's the better of me and then the pen takes over .. more..Writing
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