The Wicked Girl
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Anil Kumar Panda
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She is really a bird of prey
Sitting on a branch counting her day
She has a heart with a gaping hole
She has a strong body without a soul
She remembers her past and bleeds
She could have easily avoided the deeds
She has taken lives of innocent and honest
For she had fallen into a trap and gave her test
Now the time has come for her to pay
Law gives no chance to escape and she does pray
She knows her death is chasing her whenever she goes
She will get the thorns and forever forget about the rose
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