Corset


It's a story I can't forget
There is a stored up corset
Wearer wouldn not be chilled
It's fascinating for spectate
Woo..! look at that curve
She has killed it and it starves
Eyes are rolling out and scrolling
Minds are getting filtered
Through this poisoning
But the poisons couldn't get enough
It runs through the hands
And goes to the segments
And I think I've written enough
Cause the story couldn't end or mend..

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