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Gwendolyn
sniffing for the blood here
never guessing what's behind my back
look for clues in high heels
sugar of the native land
I arrive to this sickening city
punch drunk with blood on my hand
never ask how it get's there
just imagine me ominously
a hooded figure in the sneaky dark
knife in hand, I sever swollen glands
this is just for the wrong that's crossed me
never to harm the soft fade slender
soulful in blue eyes, what isn't?
dreaming of nightmares in a bright yellow bed
this is the carnival of havoc in my head
awaken to a man 8 feet tall
ghostly white, black eyes
a gaping mouth full of broken glass
his instinct to dismember my fantasies
tepid in pools of silky salt
I joke on crutches so crass
he's not out to get you anymore
but I am, as patient as a clam
prolong me to be shucked and tossed away
you already imagined that haven't you?
