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Call me Amy

“then tinkle on your corpse with warmth in my core “

Call me Amy and
I will slit your throat wrapping you
in a coat of your own skin,
thin and wrinkled
then tinkle
on your corpse
with warmth in my core
watching your body burn drenched in gasoline
since you want to be a goddamned fiend
thinking you're funny but really
you're poor and torn within due to your insecurities
smeared over what was once purity
but is now artificial beauty
that you think is cool
but has led you to shiver
and twitch
in a pool
of your own blood out in mid-winter
because you can't fucking understand
that I have a new name but hey,
your luck wasn't planned.

-Lovi x

By Kuaks

i wrote this

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