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she's the after-burn of secondhand smoke in your laid-back midsummer nights the classic black and white film noir victim in this scripted tragedy of good girl gone bad reality tv.
she's the prinsesa in your hardcore punk music scene, pole-dancing like a vintage tease and stripping to the tune of rock and roll ballads while drenched in tequila shots.
she's the pretty little nymph in your wildest fantasies your dirty little secret broadcasted in a tabloid scandal exposè. her innocence is alluring, her smile has a double-meaning and you tattooed her name on your left shoulder blade— an innuendo for disaster and a pseudonym for catastrophe.
she's a car crash type of beautiful a hot mess in lace. she sips sunsets in red plastic cups and writes suicide notes in newsprints.
she's the rain on a sunny day and an eclipse on a wednesday night. she wears a rosary around her neck and sings psalms before she sleeps.
she kisses teddy bears goodnight and throws a tantrum before she takes her medication.
she thinks there's a conspiracy in psychology and the music she listens to has subliminal messages. she wonders why there's a pyramid on a dollar bill and why no one can escape this rabbit hole alive.
