A Purple Bag

Sat tattered, lips crackling
Eyes low, twisted as love
Stop-started my heart with her hair
Braided in two long curls
The wind still cool as e’er
Nightlights as bright as shrooms
An experience I’m yet to see
Like her love, her cuts and drools
Teeth sharp as shiny razors
A slashing to remember
Cries reel me to pink gallows
Some sticky sauteed blender
That cuddly honeypot
I’ve seen in countless reels
I’m locked in countless rooms
I’ve come for countless kills

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