Delivery of poison:
Climbing to the trains,
I feel like mom.
Pressure came, and I frazzled;
Change was free.
A little bit of creativity;
A little flaw.
A way to be realized;
A pain that does death.
Share how you love
I did what death was.
Plain, a woman's turn.
Jolly and good
Breasts are nice.
I like my own.
Sensitivity is a whore.
I can do what there is for my mother.
Drawn to flow
Pissed off
Brought to me
Breathing the kindness
Drying like mind.
Clay of dreaming woman
Home is a necklace
My time to find fashionable targets is
full.
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