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Broken and bruised

She lay her body to rest upon

His Aztec altar

With soft young skin

And hands used for ill

Her tried to taste her porcelain

 

Vanilla goddess in the garden of thorns

And the prettiest necklace adorned her

The velvet noose

He tied around her neck

 

Hail of language

Wind that taste of his breath

Snow that licked her skin

Like his serpentine tongue

The flowers fragranced with desperation

And the petals seemed hungy

As they tickled her naked skin

 

Vanilla goddess in the garden of thorns

Where the butterflies were all wilted

She never wanted to leave

 

But she sparkled like that stars in the sky

She was the stars in his sky

And he was Adonis, burning like the sun

And when he burned too bright

The supernova exploded

And she found herself in cosmic baptism

 

Vanilla goddess in the garden of thorns

How she longs to sleep with the manticore tonight

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