words echoing within my cerebrum, by choice:
She eyes me like a pisces when I am weak
I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks
I've been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black
hey. wait. I got a new complaint.
forever in debt to your priceless advice
hey. wait. I got a new complaint.
forever in debt to your priceless advice
meat eating orchids forgive no one just yet
cut myself on anger hair and baby's breath
broken hymn of your highness, I'm left black
throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back
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