Discourse of desire
Artifice fueled by oils and balms.
Rosy cheeks are for pinching and my body's mine to touch.
That's what I get
Love myself
That's what I get
Fuck myself.
That's what I get
That's what I get.
Love myself, Fuck myself.

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