𝗫𝗩. 𝔙𝔦𝔯𝔤𝔦𝔫

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I'm disgusting.
I'm nasty.
You kiss me and all I taste
is how much I stink.
I'm impure.
I'm a rot-filled doll,
strung on the floor.

Gnashing canines in my cervix,
you treat me like a cheap purchase.
Will you rip the heart out
that's already started to rot?
My body is starting to reek,
you and I are staining
my virgin, fresh sheets.

My neck is bloody
I'm in your favorite hoodie.
A rope's on the floor
and you're slamming me on the door.

Blue lines turned red
and a life's end.

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