Girl Bites Dog God Bites Girl
you smash all my porcelain
but feel guilty
when it's staring back at you
a thousand times in a thousand little pieces
you rip me at the seams
but deny me a needle and thread
out of the fear of being poked
you ram your fist into my core
but your fire builds when
my gut Is hollow
we are all GODS children
but he's left us in this 93 Honda Civic
with the windows rolled up
and the doors locked
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