if you don't light my fire, then don't come around. There's a yellow carnation on my window sill. It's propped up by a Chiapa doll. A masked doll made in Mexico with a bag slung over its shoulder and a gun in its hands. No skin is seen on the doll. Only the eyes revealed- two green eyes against the whites. A red blaze in between. There's room to be heard. Shoot the gun. It's the way to begin. I'm writing to impress you. is it working yet? Or should I start to strip till you can see the skin?
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