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Ammonia

My mouth became a cemetery
for all the words I didn't say,
I bought them all
tombstones and coffins
and buried them,
a self destructive funeral.
I could rip you in half,
turn into a lurid scream
and shatter your spine;
I think you would be
the perfect picture of putrefaction,
mutilated, in monochrome;
the very shade of my heart.

- Crimsyy

A/N: Thankyou so much for reading! Today was a hard day, hence why this is my only update today...it took a lot to get myself writing, so I'm very proud of this one. Vote and comment your thoughts on it if you'd like (: and to my favorite student, there are a few words in here for you to learn ☆☆

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