The Number Twelve Looks Like You

Don't Get Blood on My Prada Shoes


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Cringing at the sight
flawless face dragged
gorging mess
I giggled
kissing my fingers
type see and saliva bubbling
find an easier way dying before you get murdered
the floor boards will never hold the same finish.

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