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she's made of hair and bone and little teeth
and things I cannot speak she comes on like a crippled plaything spine is just a string I wrapped our love in all this foil silver tight like spider legs I never wanted it to ever spoil but flies will lay their eggs Take your hatred out on me make your victim my head you never ever believed in me I am your tourniquet prosthetic synthesis with butterfly sealed up with virgin stitch if it hurts, just tell me preserve the innocence I never wanted it to end this way but flies will lay their eggs Take your hatred out on me make your victim my head you never ever believed in me I am your tourniquet What I wanted what I needed I got from me
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