poem

"not perceived as profusely perfect"
bleak darlings dance quietly as they strive to starve your veins.

encased perfection left unopened, but to hope their left ok--



dead wife, corpse bride, love dies glamorized.

unhinged porcelain jaw, a double edged slice of life.

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