MIRROR:
MIRROR:

I ash on my tits you stroke Sweet Maria

SweetMaria Oh, such glorious tar-brimmed lungs! I light up a cigarette and encourage you to stroke. You can’t resist my (literally) sick body, my curves; and when the ash on the tip of my cigarette gets nice and long, I flick it all over my chest: so that the outside matches my putrid, rotting insides.

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