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'Whats wrong with me'? he asks, a low drone. She laughs a cruel and wicked tone- 'Do you have to ask'? she snaps. He would swear the devil himself had bore her Soul, Has her tongue lashes at his limbs, Ravishing his Soul. A Torrent of words leap from her lips But only one Stings! And only one Rings-... Sign in to see full entry.