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The abortion reads the labotomy Says it won't even bother me The chalk is finding a flee to wing How could I not see the other real What is this suppose to say The fingers don't make the clay What is this suppose to be Now that you are part of me Your blistering Is glisering Inside of me Starlette One finger in a broken soul Is worth two in the open hole The wax is in her eye and she's dying She's dead How is this suppose to feel The purity and broken seals What is this suppose to do Now that I am part of you Your blistering Is glisering Inside of me Starlette 57xt474 57xt474 57xt474 57xt474