unlovable

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My stomach is pulsating… Oh, what a lovely sight… Covered in my own blood, Sprawled on your kitchen floor in the early twilight.   Light fading quick
Their eyes are tought to Love the Rainbow But you are The Ultraviolet Their feet are bound to Travel the rose garden But you are The Wild Orchid So, my darling You are Unlovable
Upon a golden hill Sat a golden bird With a golden wing Did it cry ‘bout the pain a Broken wing’ll bring   Upon the 7th noon Of the 7th month Sat a fair young man.
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