She calls and confuses
Her room filled with whiskey and roses
She says thou not shall get emotional
Ahoy, here comes the delirious mongrel!
She tries to buy you with gifts
She tries to take you out for drinks
What she doesn't know - oh seductress!
My hunter is now the hunted
(I know this is a really, really, really bad poem but I had write this)
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