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the amateur camera her motion perfectly.
as the knot that she wears on her wrists.
the preserves the new scent of the princess skin.
spit adding luster to chapped lips.
if she to, i'll tell her that she's beautiful.
all thses flies are in admiration.
perhaps we offer them a new wound.
i think right, this isn't really happening.
isn't really happening.
can't get the smell out, can't get the off the apolstry.
oh, this isn't really happening, this isn't happening.
still everyone keeps at me.
oh god, this is to end badly.
if you don't wake up, i'll have to kissing you.
all flailing has made you sleepy.
you rest while i untie you, wait here they find you.
we've got time before the reverie ends.
i've combed my hair, brought you sunday dress.
tonight magnetize the eyes of this whole town.
my hand mannequin.
i let them get you.
they'll know you're by the fingerprints on your throat.
she lovely?
isn't she
the whores that we are, swatting flies from the wounds we design.
this is not fear.
paranoia is a of the unarmed.
is beauty.
a concern for the transcience of flesh.
we keep our screams the gag.
i keep my breath in a Glad bag.