Pretty & Perfect Makes me Pretty Nervous
Yes your young and pretty, but mindless in the mirrors, your cries are interferred by stainless steel tears, you remain disguised behind a frame, a frequent number to your name, a cubicle in construction, I place blame on the deception of agenda you claim.Shall I elaborate the crisis, Oh Christ must I say this, the zest you dislocated from my chest, what debrit you left, forthwirth my veins abscond, as you seem to loom here and there
I am the fish caught in your fish net stalkings, in an eyelet blinded from the sunshine, the leaves will lapse and I will imagine the colors on these black and white walls
One impure snowflake will grace my tongue, pneumonia has been planted within my less left lung, lost between the seasons I write these exaggerations during the spring time
I am the slave making minimum wage, lashes blistered deep amongst my back, the matches I lack to light the candle for your never ending rave.
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