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you thought you could frame me and call it art, but you only hung me up because my colours matched your room I forgot all faces but yours when I was left alone to fend for no one, like names lost in shame on your long walk home

Prince Harming

Once upon a time there was A girl who wasn't me She had handprints on her hips and thighs but still always tried to please Lips and cheeks of rosy red But skin required to thicken Her naive complexion saturated with the virgin white colour of victim Once upon a time there was A girl … Continue reading Prince Harming