When I was small you might have thought of meYou might have spread apart the fat webs in your heartBut there was never anything inside of meI'm just dried mud casing that cracks and comes apartAnd now I'm being crushed beneath your feetAnd all the mud is disappearing into meYou're rising up like fire while the memories haltDon't look down to see me or you will become a pillar of salt You'll never see my face You are a song to singI am the dust and ashYou are the queen of cleanI am the world's trash There is no candy center in the middle of the world When I was small you might remember meYou might have drained the black oil from my heartString me up and hang me upside downAnd let the wild animals tear me apart
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