Grace the Purge
PORCELAIN SKIN
STAINED
RUNS BRIGHT RED
COVERS A SILENT SCREAM
GHOSTS TRICKLE OUT
BLEED ONTO YOU
RUNS OUT OF ME
LIKE EXORCISM
FOR AWHILE
ALL IS WELL.
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