Nirvana
Nirvana (644)

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She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak,
I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks,
I've been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap,
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black,
Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet,
Cut myself on angel hair and baby's breath,
Broken hymen of Your Highness, I'm left black
Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back,