holy writ

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

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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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