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Ruby Woo

Sit around waiting for the spark to fade
You can add another face to your pity parade
I can’t believe it, I’ve never felt so cheated
Knock me down, it was all pretend
You set me back up just to do it again…

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I hope that you’re proud

Making fun of the boys on the street

That bruised their knees

And couldn’t get back up again after

While you swallow yourself

Whole, lipstick girl with a lipstick heart

Defending her own jealous

“I’ll be happy forever and ever and ever”

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I hope that you’re proud

For making fun of the people that couldn’t

Stitch their lungs as well

As you probably thought you fucking did

While no air leaves your

Open lips, lipstick girl with a lipstick brain

Pretending that her beauty

Is nothing more than an ugly kind of pain.

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What am I supposed to do, uh oh
When she’s so damn cold, like twenty below?
That girl, that girl, she’s such a bitch
I tell myself I can handle it…

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Once Upon A Red Moon

Once upon a red rose moon

Fragile vial of scarlet gloom

A flying phoenix blazing on

The wine-splashed horizon

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Milky moon shaded deep garnet

Halo stark against the darker set

Shiny hanging ruby, lone against

Diamond stars, strung necklaces

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Rose heart blanketed by shadows

Cherry lip smiling among sorrows

Or a polished apple on the ground

Merlot among wispy silver clouds

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A carmine hue, a lunar sensation

Eclipsing blackest of my elations

Lit candle flame that heaven sent

Conflagrating on onyx firmament

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Blue moons are for my melancholy

Yes, as rare as cobalt moons may be

But rarer still is that crimson moon

Blood spilled on the sky, a vivacious gloom.

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Crimson Butterflies

Fluttering like liquid ruby, their exquisite fragile wings

A lace of glimmers as they rush along, weaving tales, spinning

Amongst the trail of stars and abstract purple fleur-de-lis

Not at all lost, but wandering; uncurious, but wondering

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These abstruse monarchial creatures set my soul in sole volition

When I’m torn between rebuilding hope and complete demolition

For who’d paint such a bold daring colour of danger and bloody ties

On the aesthetic likes of a delicate, innocent, little butterfly?

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Standing beneath the skies dominated by a void of deepest onyx

With only scarlet specks to lead me on a life to desecrate and fix

These kaleidoscope of crimson butterflies will surely set me apart

I can only hope that one of them chances to land in my heart.

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