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Jul 2013
I'm not here to f-ck you Molly
     But maybe I can still make you feel beautiful
          Even if you're dead.

You were an "A" girl
     in the red-light district

This side of town
     Your Daddy was a politician

And his best friend
     Was your last appointment

They found your bones under the floorboards,
Molly.
They wanted to put you in a display case,
Molly.
What's your unfinished business
Molly?

You're still showcasing your soul
As an apparition of this apartment

They're here

Isn't it time to move on?
Don't you have light to travel through,
  to get to another physical vehicle?

What keeps you illuminating this place?
I'm not here to ***** you out
Maybe I'm just trying to understand,

What really happens when we die,
Molly?
Are they trafficking ghosts here for profit
Molly?
Have you soul'd out,
Molly?
I wrote this when I went on a haunted bar tour in Milwaukee. It used to be an old speakeasy that doubled as a brothel back during prohibition. The bar is said to be built on an old graveyard they dug up in a very poltergeist-esque fashion. I was inspired to write this after we were taken to one of the former A-girl's apartments. She allegedly went missing back in the 20's and they found some bones under the floorboards on the roof back in the early 90's. I don't know what it is about Milwaukee, but it seems to be a hotbed for weird and paranormal stuff.  I've always had a weird fascination for it's history. It's a very interesting town.
kenye
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kenye  M/Kenoshaland
(M/Kenoshaland)   
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