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cult fiction

I murdered dream number 101
seems this fascination had it out for me
in its bubonic plague cult fiction, I was the villainess
I played harlot to a strange madness
while the radio sang every breath you take
you should know you strangled every last bit from me
your cracker jack truth was stale
I'd heard all the same lies before
kill me deadly with a new line
jilted hopes left at the alter stalk your lothario heart
I hunt your steps with midnights darkening every day
all my suns will forever shine my love  
enough to light even your distant planet
skywalker, doomsayer don't you know me yet?
incessantly talking about your drug store cowboy
getting nowhere inside the isolation you possess
you wear it like a flak jacket  
at war with femininity  
you claimed yourself victor
after bras were burned  
on your cross of smug self-satisfaction
you stole my innocence  
left me carrying the bastard cynicism  
then hopped the next train out of here
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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