Preparing for battle,
With words not knives,
I'm ready for you!
Words unspoken,
But they're there.
Monday's the battle ground,
On my home turf,
Because I can smell how desperate you are to know,
Like the big bad wolf hungry for the little red hooded girl,
But trust me this little red has an axe hidden beneath her cloak.
And she knows how to use it!
Β©minxyMolly
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