jesus

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garters eve

my Christmas tree

daylight Saturn

haters resort

to my last pain

i should desert

daylight burns

tonight I'll be brave.

downers glare

my feastly dish

bloody whore

oh how delish!

shrouded dead

a piece of shit

begone and damned

th angels weep.

clouded stares

and hunger strikes

starve herself again tonight

hypophrenia

my sweetest galore

blessed soul

hang on the wall.

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