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Apr 2018
The girl next door
Seemed so pure
But she was writing her own death sentence
One after the other
She lied to her mother
About the deadly habit that burned her soul
Wrapped up pretty
White and gritty
The spongy tip knew her secrets
Her red lips pressed
Her lungs caressed
The ***** whisperings of the devil
Down she went
Her spirit sent
The final act of love
Right side up
Her fingers cupped
The luckiest one of all
She flicked the flame
Who was to blame
For the blackened feelings
That erased her meaning
Written by
Great Pretender
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