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My love is rhinestone to your diamond hate
But I have no more need of you to buy
To drag my skin through your sun-dimming sex
To breathe the wild confusion of your lies
And bend each lisp of light to your respect

Cold butterflies with wings of tin awake
Like bite-marks puncturing a snouted sky
To measure out this practical decay
Frost flowers from the dark lands of your smile
That tell me with weed words that I will die
Or little stings that you equipped with bile
To lick the sugar of my dreams away
To lick the sugar of my dreams away

Your insects crackle in a cotton heart
And dictate all the madness of my art

Your insects crackle in a cotton heart
And dictate all the madness of my art



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