♥ (___getpretty) wrote in _____starnostar,

___getpretty
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Sell her from door to door.
Make her a whore.
Inside her heart has a leak.
The truth she shall not speak.
Watch her lie, cry, die.
Thread her mouth closed.
She's his now, the Devil supposed.
Hear the blood, it goes drip drip drip.
Her life slipped.
Her soul rises.
It gathers roses as prizes.
It says goodbye.
For its truth is a lie.
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