dragged to the burial where witches flew overhead
roses drip black, and children weap in awe at their mother`s side
and tissues break... shows your ample wit...
to get back at your bastards lust.
razor proof veil and an odorless scarf bring the day to rust.
blue dress at a black grave
razor proof veil and an odorless scarf bring the day rust.
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