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Blow his heart outLike a candle, leave him opalescent andWaning, a lily, waxy and ailing for every time he sent youTo your blank heaving Tylenol seas...
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You're like a carcinogen; you can scream at me whenI get my germs on your strawberry lipgloss, when I amToo dubious in my gender to fall into place in..
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Fake little girl tiara'cause I'm pining for a lord of vermin;Prince of sparkly champagne in-Sincerity.---You look like you've been painted,You know do..
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I will not spill all your silicone secrets;The heart of you is Ferrari red andGlistens like collagen,I will tear into myself until there is nothingLef..
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Poison candy-pink, her nails likeOnly the most perfectly formed shells,Buffed by the ocean; I drown in herFake tough-girl tirade as it tumbles fromHer..
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Hard therapy of the moonlight,I was never yours to keep;Sometimes the ailing lady,Weak as water, flushes amber,A harvest fever.---Cool and pensive, mi..
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A glossy smile glue-guns theInner ruins, doll-paint thick andSickly, run like blood; a haemorrhage,A miscarriage.---Butchered and barbituratedBits of ..
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Heart echoing, empty ventricles, she is shrouded inMist and Miss Sixty, lips all painted red and ribs allWhite and exoskeletal below her skin - paper ..
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Sugarqueen lady muck, a honeytrap full of venom, sheSharpens her scarlet nails on my face, all red-lippedSucking a cocktail of platelets and Valentine..
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I'm vile and reptilian, something cold and crawling withGerms writhes beneath my pockmarked skin, my fleshI've starved away and loathed, hated like a ..
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