Leave the coffin open when I go
Leave my prose and lipstick on so everybody knows. Pretty will be the photograph I leave. Laying down on famous knives so everybody sees
Bleach out all all the dark. I’ll swallow each peroxide shot. Someone I’ll know could love and save me from myself.
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