She pulled a trigger,
snapped a neck,
screamed aloud in the discotheke,
Tore down the kitsch,
screamed to the bitch,
and ran until her heart screamed in her mouth
away, away, run away,
be gone,
be out.

Goodbye pink flamingo
Goodbye pink flamingo girl.

The massacre.
That said goodbye to a thousand
bright
bright
stars.

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