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Body warm, but somehow dead

Mind asleep, beating in a chest

Sticky saliva runs down the cheek

Scent of fine perfume on the skin

Rectal stench out of opened lips

Torn, tangled, disheveled hair

Dirt under painted finger nails

Broken spike heels stinking like a piss

Dress hideous as washing rag

Laying somewhere near the flabby flash

Queen of the night has fallen

The higher you are

More painful you fall

She felt from the top

Of beauty and charm

Queen of the night has fallen

Vodka washed away the mark

She said: carpe diem baby

And now they say: dirty bitch

But she doesn’t feel the pain yet

She’s drunk