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Petite Mort

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Tonight I'm gonna suck black milk of out the sky

I'm gonna rip out handfuls of the void and tiny pricks of light that make you up

Twine the green serpent round my waist and drown

Kiss you till my tongue is as split at your hoof

Til my bones rise up out of the dirt

Flaming monoliths to disgust

My hair will grow short like dry grass

Dogs will sleep on my belly

Rain will wear away my nails

Come On- Take Off Your Pants

You know it's just a little death