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I'm screaming daisies, on this Indian Summer. Month of May; myself. Blown beyond of taste, lost thy mind. Tulips, roses, and nose bleeds. All these scars ... Demolition lover ... Crack my skull to be with you, I like your taste; like morning dew. All forsaken is all that we know, ... the colors outside of the box ... Rain clouds, robots, and hand grenades; charismatic protagonist and Barbie doll bjs. ... cocaine nosebleeds, coca cola ... Under the bathroom sink lies the tool that pokes her wrist. A tear I lick, blood I taste. What tomorrow brings, nobody fades. Fade away to distant memories black blanket and a hollow symphony. Tattoos and slender legs, hips don't lie, but the lips look red ... ... cherish today ... ... not to relive yesterday ... ... not enough ...