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A smooth smell of salty woman bloodied I am the perfect woman for you You say You say and say I am alive I am dead You don’t know the difference…yet Your fantasy is such a sweet idolatry Something for me to covet I make it my own reality And even if it is false, it comforts But it still hurts….doesn’t it I am the perfect woman you say But you cannot smell the way I smell Dirty Unforgivable Used You know what warms me But you don’t know what chills me