Passion

It begun, a shot, a single web to be spun, 
A truly translucent, imprint, of the deed I had done,
With soon the world, to be differed again,
To write my story in the blood of white skin,
I had done to this one girl, what one girl had done to none,
But had she not deserved it, then my perverse action would be undone.
It begun, a shot, a single web to be spun. 

The End

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