She's got a soul
But it's a void
She's got a heart
But it's made of ice
She's got a touch paper smooth
But one wrong move
And she'll cut you so fine
Her lips are soft
But every breath is poison
She carries the ocean
In those doll eyes
But they're so dead they
Might as well belong to a fish
Beware,
She's got the devil in her.
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The Complete Chronological Works
PoetryStarted early 2018 ⚠️TRIGGER WARNINGS⚠️ - sexual assault mentions - suicide mentions - self harm mentions - themes of depression - themes of anxiety
