Top floor
Cellar door
Why does the top floor
Has a cellar door
Gas!
Hold your breath
Сommence
She is made of hissing noise
Holding can like little baby
Dolly looks,idle voice
Gas will make her change it maybe
Shrinking potion on her lips
Frail face is out of focus
Regress,eclipse
My mind slowly slips
Away!
So much better than the rest
Here to stay for a dinner
Fire wind in her breast
Bursting lungs like shattered mirror
Snake is hissing in my face
Carrying me to her nest
I can feel and i can taste
Princess of gas incest
Mirror,mirror on the wall
Who's the most gassed of us all?
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