doll.
scawls on my skin.
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a sudden shot of inspiration.for someone?i don't know.
unsatisfied.
the royal green sweetness dripped out.
like a withered fountain,
rusted with age,
taking it's last breath.
the stage of fullness to the brim.
yet not.
my bloodshot eyes still struggling above the abyss.
wring my hair.
yank it out.no.
pull it out.
strand by strand.
my drowned brains.
filled with worms.
incestation.
foul.
i m not satisfied.
i have not experienced your soul.
will it bestow me wings?
so i can finally fly?
or will it like a claw,
dig into my lungs
and rob me of my last breath.
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