thought, interrupting thought. close a door, open one, one. one.
Moon hangs around
A blade over my head
Reminds me what
do you wanna be on what i feel?
it looks so
where's your good fire, baby?
glitter girl, woman
waste your years
glitter
One by one, stings my eyes
Each is gone, each a
no more wishing wells that never come around
no more growing
I'm pretty, what do I deserve
I feel pretty, until I
thick drops of rain sound like the way you spanked
I wanted to take a train to the nearest awakening
Took
I saw the devil again
Gave me deliverance
I saw my angel
i am a fallen zero
below the glaciers of the evil
i
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