strawberry teeth on my skin
thin, the veil as are my fingers
long spider legs dip into your unadulterated sins
why must you look at me that way?
all i have are these two legs- and this gun
both are shaky..unsure of themselves
one can take me to your metallic heaven
this pistol tastes like cologne
this is no place for a girl like me
transmuting fleeting musings
my radical surrender
over and over
come to me, all you who are weary and burdended
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