Half in darkness she stands in a dress of shrapnel,
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smoke and torn flags.
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Dragging off cigarettes of human skin.
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Eyes like cracked eggshells empty as life.
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Her index fingers drip mothers milk like hypodermic needles.
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She stumbles through my veins high on ash
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and dry semen fiending for love.
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Trojan Whore
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| Pig Destroyer |
