A Thought, And Many

You like me like this, strapped to the bonnet of your car like a ribbon of war. Blood red, killing men, cause you don't really give a fuck who lives, and who burns. I'll be on the best bits of your nightmares, walking priceless, dare to touch this. Don't you dare, black velvet is rare, even with my fingers in your hair. You'll find me smiling, like the Harley Quinn, yellow hair splayed, hanging on the foot of your bed, lighting a joint, blow out the smoke and say your name.

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