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Angel Waste

Lolita's been dead and I have taken her place
Abuse and lace
Angel waste
A whisper that never left your ear
The girl that you fear
Lips laced with narcotics
A constant tease
You can smell her in the breeze
You can see her everywhere
Skin so fair
So wicked
A porcelain time bomb
Intoxicating rotting lust
She devil thrust
Delicate darlings with bullets for eyes
Precious lies
Precious lies

Raven Eliza Hodge, BA Student, English
Spring 2013