yes, i’d like to make a reservation for hell please

The roses today must be painted in white

Red’s getting ready for this evening


Doctor’s may make their incisions without morphine

Pain reserved a seat at my party


The fish in the sea will be swimming through pepper

My tears will be needing the saline


The hair on my legs will have to wait

My razor has prior engagements


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