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do you like my face?

porcelain skin

and hair covered in lace.

dressed for the wedding,

sitting on navy silk bedding.

do you like my lipstick?

i made it while you slept

from beeswax and honey,

tinted by your blood

that i took while you were wasted

so you wouldn't feel a thing.

baby, where's my ring?

creeping through your house

at 4:30 am.

i'm not trying to wake you,

that would ruin my plan.

i'm just trying to love you 

any way that i can.

don't you see the love?

it makes me stare

through all your windows

just to see you get undressed.

and it's love that cut your hair

and put in in a bag

under my bed for when i'm stressed.

don't you see it?

you must,

your arrectores pilorum are working overtime

whenever you hear the windchimes

and you know i must be close.

i may be gone,

but my molecules are lingering in your mind.

when you go out searching for crazy

you'll never know what you may find.