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This nightmare ends.
as the cocoon fills with oil.
fossils bocome waste upon cemented wings.
on the rocks father spills memories of mothers eyes.
a kiss turns to brandy.
a dagger learns to cut hair.
lipstick stains her addictions...
as the cresent moon turns clouds to frowns.
watch to sea swallow and forget...
while giving up ambition for eight legs...
venom engulfs the most precious fairy tales.
While Goldilocks fogets the bite for Prince Charming...
each window breaths smoke, and pavement paces while cigarettes burn.
a tribal affair rises the masses of broken hearts left at her door.
(At her door, At her door, her door.)
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