image from photo'sfromheart
Eyes on you
Rich girls dont cry
We wipe the salt
that Covets lie
and all the unmistakable things
Have you forgotten me blossom
Pregnant
with the stitch of Yesterdays Loins
The scent it trails
I pop the boils
We clamp the chaos
From it's mess
For Pretty girls
are in distress
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