"My heart is on my sleeve when I write you ,
These ends they lead to dead
Surely they excite you
Or did you know
Is it your typing blindly,
Choose a public place:
Darling wont you let me pine thee.
He leaves cats eyes after palms
So she knows who is speaking
When shes reading it alone.
She waited eagerly but will she embrace.
In bloodied hands, her new lovers face."
She Wants Revenge, 2006.
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