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The One That Loves Me

Whoes the lady with the
Cherry-red nails?
She holds her head so fair
With grace, and pale
Is her face,
The one that loves me.

She that loves me,
Brown hair like dirt,
Fingers searching, writhing,
Like long earthworms.
Her teeth and nails so sharp
Coming for me, all while smiling.

She that loves me,
Insane, derranged.
Pale like the dead or the going,
(My dead love for her! still unfurled)
Ugly inside-my girl.
Condensation, stupidity, venom: all growing.

I hate the one that loves me,
I wonder all the time
Why I have to have a dirge,
While there's hymns to tell.
I wonder why I can't have
This girl with the cherry-red nails.




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