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JS Apr 2015
Darling Superficial

How you tuck me into bed

Your kiss of death is smiling

From the mantel where you're hiding

And your teeth a running red


Darling Superficial

Your paralysis and swoon

Lifeless and enchanting

Why must you be dancing

To this narcisistic tune?

— The End —