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quarter past midnight, she shows up with daisy bouquets in her hand, but murder on her mind. you're snorting white lines of love on the steps of sunbathed basilicas and the golden of your roman halo matches the colour of her coffin-shaped nails, tonight. bittersweet boy, you try to make her holy with your love but the only thing more consuming than satan's creed are the flammable plastic stars burning into her spine. baby's blessed with debauchery on her lips and vitamin D DNA and a loose-jointed soul where religion comes to die every night. she'll turn you into the poetry you've only ever read in books. you love her so you stitch your renegade heart onto her sleeve with your grandmama's sewing machine but the seams are coming undone and the blue of your heart is bleeding black against her licorice twisted bones. baby with your scalding seawater skin so bold, coughing up pits of sunflower seeds out onto the laminated kitchen floor. now you're just suicide art on your mother's fine china and just you wait until she sees the mess you've made.
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