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Published: Aug 3, 2015

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_{you say i taste like
lipstick and lemonade
and i smile
because you can't taste
the blood of my past victims}

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_{he says my eyes
are pretty and bright
and i smile
because he doesn't know
they're made of glass and tears

she says my skin
is soft and warm
and i smile
because scalding water
washes scales away

you say my legs
are lovely and long
and i smile
because it's due to
all my running away

they say I'm pretty,
beautiful even
and i smile
because i cover the cracks
so very nicely}

this was supposed to be strong and powerful
and i don't know what happened