In looking at adoring you, I think about homicide. think about your gun

of a mouth, jaw long and smoking. when I ask you how to be beautiful for you,

you recommend ******. shield it. consider a dead lady the least vain.

in looking at cherishing men, my mom recommends adoring a blade

first. learn if sharpness can be a decent dad, if a cutting edge can make kissy faces.

each lady needs a man, few need a decent blade. I name my kitchen an affection

war. search for you in the cutting cabinet. search for you in my razor. make a sentiment

out of scratching. I have no mysteries for first dates. simply continuing slashing. put his edge

to your neck. he will give you a chance to drain first (no,​ ​after​ ​you​). furthermore, this is the reason I leave

what's more, return. I know I'm a lady, by the manner in which I take war. by the manner in which I let weapons

give me kids, even cut and fixed. by the manner in which our affection is squeezing the injury.