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Goth Mascara
You secretly cut yourself
With razor blades,
In every way misbehave.
You roam dangerous streets
At night with unholy men
Who supply you with drugs
For promiscuous favors;
And those fiends you count as friends!
You act tough for a little girl,
But sweetheart,
I’ve seen your Goth mascara
Run with tears.
Please, find love
And save your soul.
poem
by
Uriah Hamilton
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