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she laughes

she thinks

she stares

she sits

beating the door

now with her firsts

the linolium

is refreshingly cold

how did she ever

live to be this old

how could this mean anything

she takes off

no throws off her ring

from the countertop

she saw a light gleam

and the razor began to sing



I could take you from all this

just pick me up

Run me across your little rists

just pick me up pick me up pick me up



now she doesnt see a thing

she dosnet luagh

she sits

she stairs

pretty poetry now seems mean

blood on the door

read im free

yet all the people say pretty things

beacuase the razor love to sing



i can take you from all this

just pick me up

run me across your little wrist

dont cry dont start to bitch

your the biggest hypocrite

just pick me up pick me up pick me up