Christ, this place is a fucking mess...
An eye for the beholder
You hide behind
Damp, wet and awful
Tell me, do you like your home?
You keep your beauty
blonde curls and combats
It calls to deaf and cynical ears
I remember
(teeth and nails and skin and sweat)
I remember
A meeting
when you
Gave without restraint or care
And were you
a Zombie Girl
dead flesh
And dead
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