Missing Persons

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I think I'll be a hitman.
I can make the strongest, most macho man disappear. 

No violence, no debris.  

I disarm him with my charm.
I weaken his knees with my smile.
He drops all his armor at the sight of my beauty. 

He is where I want him. In love with me at first sight; reciting sonnets. He searches no more for his soul mate. 


He is exposed. His jugular and his achilles, his soft belly.


I could whack him at that moment but my methods are more subtle.
Just one date with me and POOF, he's  gone! 


Never to be heard from again.


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