DIRTY
ROTTEN FILTHY
Oh... Oh... Oh...
Dirty...
It’s what you want,
to be dirty...
I’ll pretend to need
to be dirty...
I think they all love it
when you’re dirty...
Oh... Oh... Oh...
Rotten...
Inside out and upside down,
it’s rotten...
Exactly what you’d expect to be,
it’s rotten...
Like all those things
that passed before,
so rotten...
Oh... Oh... Oh...
Filthy...
The hands reaching out and around
are filthy...
Tearing me apart in silent breaths,
still filthy...
There’s nothing left
but to be filthy...
Oh... Oh... Oh...
A dirty, rotten, filthy little girl.
Bright
Eyed Naïve
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