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Our poor, poor Queen. Folks say she’ll swallow you in one big gulp, But she cannot eat if she’s beaten to a pulp. Her nipples are swollen from her own ravenous descent, And corporate banks fuck her without consent.
I got tangled in the streets of a girl Where red eyed wolves drank honey She tried to capture herself in a necklace But she didn't have enough money So instead she bought November