pretty as a picture
with golden locks and bright blue eyes.
She liked picking flowers so that they can die
because life was cruel and short and vile.
Things aren't always what they seem,
so keep your mouth shut,
your legs together
and let us all be blind forever.
V.
Violet daisies, bashed against her head.
ОтговорИзтриванеThe smell of airless picture hanging on the set.
Runaway thoughts burning like a nitrate film base.
Voluptuous flames of no-beginning, can't wash out
the cum stains in her soul.
Don't come home.
all poetry is greatly appreciated.
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