| Will you surround me with your warm poison; |
Melt my naked heart into a stream of desire;
Hot wax in my chest.
Your kiss like glass;
Your body cold like marble;
Your heart like steel.
Haunting like needles.
I look at my pale hand,
I miss my life. . . .
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| I like girls who smoke cigarettes, |
Whose parents are divorced or dead,
Who sneer at the world cynically
Who philosophize when there is nobody listening,
And smile only when something amuses them
Who assault the world head on
Crumple their enemies like old newspapers
And throw them into the fire.
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