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Perfect Skin
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poems Fitting into her perfect skin
The one society created
The one they called a sin
Now they indulge in there awaited
Infected straight to core
There nothing but sweet toys...
Sorry hunny, the needle was a whore...
They were all dirty little boys
fictious with a pretty face
Eating AWAy all dreams that we crave
Moms beautiful scar burning is her disgrace
Daddies little angel awaits her cherub ready to put cradle to the grave
And doctor’s begin to tell her everything will be ok….
They wipe her conscious away, and give the princess her crown
And now the autumn air, in a bonfire she believes burns it all away
But that’s a lie for the truth confided in Ashes descend like snow in front of her and hit the ground….
this is killer, and its just so biting- you have a real grip on the emotion you're trying to convey in what you write. awesome.
-meg