When you can spit diamonds

Then come speak

Your silver tongue will rust

Come at me, come hit me

Rubies drip from your wounds

As crystals flicker down your cheeks

Thievery’s a fashion

Come at me, come hit me

Take the rhinestones

They’re fake like him

Skin’s so purple

Like amethysts

Heart of metallic things


Object of desire

Heart of gold

It’s golden

But purity’s slim

And sick

Like an animal

Infatuation is rotted pearl

The End

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