Kill me she says
Your little porcelain doll
All in pretty lace
And red lips
How harsh her words
Or petal rose
That spills from her throat
Like a crimson rope
Kill me she says
Your little precious hope
All pretty and lost
And tender hips
How foul her words
Or dainty rain
That falls from her face
Like a trickling leak
Kill me she says
Your little perfect love
All pretty and fast
And delicious kiss
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