Whore's kisses
and
Naïve Wishes
Remind Her
of
Their Skin
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The Autopsy of Ashes (Victoria)
PoetryThis is the Story of Victoria. i Loved Her. i Hated Her. i Needed Her. She Created me. She Destroyed me. She is Everyone who ever got away. She is Your favourite Song. She is Everything. She is the Ashes of Your house. She is Nothing. She is You...
Girls With Stripper Names
Whore's kisses
and
Naïve Wishes
Remind Her
of
Their Skin
