Ash In Her Words
She’s choking on blood clots over the moon
Her mind has gone wondering and it won’t be back soon
She’s talking to angels under the sea
Her windy expression is causing a breeze
She’s purple mixtures of all that’s not good
Her shape isn’t changing
I don’t think that it could
She walks with the devil
and flies with the birds
Her mouth is an ashtray
and she’s ashing her words
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