I never had syrupy words
for you to discover
buried in the dark on crepe paper
when I am hardly alive/
Ignore the butchered woman
outside. Black Dahlia was a
ritual sacrifice____
Do me proper,
tease me in public. What is your
concept of ownership?
Drink a little more poison.
We’ll high-rise together.
You hate to love me
as hard as you do when
I’m toxic.
Even Nostradamus never
saw me coming.
–LM
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