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what shall I tell her?

she's all but a teen

discretion's better

I rarely come clean

 

too much baggage

better in the dark

so, keep it simple

just a bit of a lark

 

divorces and drink

a few spells inside

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the one that died

 

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should I tell half

she'd run a mile

 

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When His Words Become Hands

His words could become sharp as corners

And trap you there

Flailing in his grasp

They could pinch your skin

Until you cried

And cried

Throughout your shifts

They could catch your wrists and stop you

From moving on

From moving

They could lock the doors, no leaving

They could shame you and shrink you

They could come flying in from an open window,

A buzzing phon...

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What Became Of That Poor Girl?

Nothing could stop what we did

Alchemy dictates its conclusion,

Tangled in an urgent chemistry

Physically desperate for fusion

 

What became of that poor girl?

Hiding those scars on her wrist

Bruises like plates on her back

Her lips in pain when we kissed

 

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