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Ostracism's Song To Pussycat Lyrics
The foul breath of the lower mouth
Becomes a jewel
Jewels can't be cut
Except with special tools
You had to cut me open
I was so closed
The blood of a rose
Pick out all the crud that's in the eyes,
Shove out the mud around your heart,
Tear through my flesh;
Now there's nothing left
Of me
The foul breath of the heart
Is the best part
(As if a poem can be a key to that which contains buried treasure)
Becomes a jewel
Jewels can't be cut
Except with special tools
You had to cut me open
I was so closed
Shove out the mud around your heart,
Tear through my flesh;
Now there's nothing left
Is the best part
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