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Cinnammon Whore
Quit throwing your shadows at me
Fix the candles so they break a little sooner
Raped and abused, either way you would have given it away for free

Cinnammon Whore
Drowning in death's eternal seas
The water in your bowl is at best full
Bitter dry and choking harsh, only sugar makes you sweet

Cinnammon Whore
There is no other nor less than more
Cry tears of ashes that smudge and streak a little longer
Because I throw rocks at you, to hurt, you damned Cinnammon Whore