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no, she ran away
but the thought of her remained
cursing her shadow, sure to leave it behind this ashtray
couldnt have caught up with her after the fight in the backyard
the earthquake surely must have shaken it off
but no, shes followed, she drags behind years of tainted skin
years of segregated empty needles,
'youll be like us til you can stand to be yourself'
shes blown up again and again, were wasting our breath
shes far past hopeless
its okay, we forgave her of her sins
mary magdalene got forgiven, this pile of cash in her pocket can be retrieved as well
the
who
re
s
.........congregated, promiscuated, separated,
someday theyll find a home
just get in the car, theyll make you another face
'just be like us til you can be yourself'
we just want your body, the skin is still soft
the calluses will kick in later
the flakes fall off in thick greasy layers,
each man
an embarrassment
a forgotten vile of DNA
each spread their hands against this ample breast
but its okay, she cant feel anymore
this cock, it kills her
lets take away her life
this world she lives is crooked and forewarned
the streets are paved with subtle indiscretions, gentle hints of a time of drugged up power
the colours fall apart and fade away
she
wont
forget
your
face
watch the blade run across those empty wounds
unhealing, no blood, no scar,
just empty folds of flesh
just like plastic
her brains been removed, made way for narcotics
well turn her into us til she forgets herself
this plastic shell, painted by numbers
entrapped into this world, this stage
were born to be stupid
were born to be slaves
either give in to the temptation
or well prescribe you methods of pain
one way or another
well turn you into us until you forget yourself
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