? .S.h.i.n.e. ?
She was everything
you never wanted...
Used, Abused and Perfect(ly broken)
[In the end we're all forgotten baby]
Suicide with a
g.l.a.m.o.r.o.u.s.
flare
calls to prepubescent
grandmothers
"Love" is just a four
letter
word doll
While.serendipity.never.was
Paint a .s.m.i.l.e.
on that pretty
face or you'll never sell
Beauty queens -
&& morphine
are all she knows,,,
so she'll gloss over
the fading eyes
with glitter
...until they shine like they used to...
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