The number twelve looks like you

Don't get blood on my prada shoes

The number twelve looks like you
Cringing at the sight, flawless face dragged
I giggled, kissing my fingers, type c and saliva bubbling
Kissing my fingers
Find an easier way of dying, before you get murdered.
Type c and saliva bubbling
Kissing my fingers
The floor boards will never hold the same finish
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