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Take everything away
This gnarled, weird face
This ripe, swollen, shape,
I want blank
I want frozen lake
I want deep space
Tuck the whole thing
In the body of a violin
String it up on a fence
Cover it with semen,
I am done, I am done with it
Don't sing me that song
It will only prolong
This
Autor(es): Perfume Genius
