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I wore white but not for love— just lace the grave could dream of. I bloom in rot, in ghost perfume— a body dressed for its own tomb. So call me gone, but say it right— I haunt in heels, and dress in light.
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I wore white To my own wake Satin lips That never shake They touched my hands Cold as stone I smiled back With lace on bone They said I looked So full of peace But I was just A masterpiece Lace on my bones Dressed to decay Beauty in death Won’t look away Painted in silk And funeral thread I haunt in heels Where I once bled Lace on my bones Still fits tight Even in dark I dress for light No blush, no pulse But still a bride To every love That made me die I keep their names Like pearls and pins A ribcage shrine Of secret sins They said I looked Like I was gone But honey, I’ve just moved on Lace on my bones Dressed to decay Beauty in death Won’t look away Painted in silk And funeral thread I haunt in heels Where I once bled Lace on my bones Still fits tight Even in dark I dress for light Love me now That I’ve let go Even ghosts Need something to show Lace on my bones My final dress A soft revenge In tenderness I bloom in rot With style intact The grave can’t take My power back
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