the only thing
She believes in
is Her right
to fuck shit up
She always carries
a knife in Her boot
and a joint
in Her guitar case
She drinks Tequila
from a soda can
and likes to dance
in lightning storms
She can steal
Your very Soul
with just one
mint green wink
She's the Nancy
to Your Sid
She will be
Your imperfect addiction
and She'll be
Your perfect destruction
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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...
