Oh him, he's hands
my skull, my skull seems delicate
my skull between his hands
Oh he's hand has got the strength
to straggle my skull
to shatter it length by length
so beautiful
From its blood, he'll paint me down again
on canvas
I glitter, my mash ...does
Don't worry, I'll live again
when he paint me down on the earth's crust
everything will be better
he knows how to draw a woman
full of layers ,enough holes
he knows how to do the edges
so beautiful
peeled ,peeled
nothing to borrow
But if he could remember my face still
I'll give you coins
go buy
win out
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