so drop your gown like a razor,

 
Your one prime looking stargazer
and I am looking for a bit of shine.
so drop your gown like a razor,
a fist of sand and a gut of grime.

Where simple as the dreams I've had,
carry from you to me.
What was broken, tender and sad.
Like a kettle screaming steam.

Is now no more than nonsense verse,
Free but without wit.
Cream where your butter is churned.
As the neighbors are to forget.

That meaning is to be found in loss.
Like love is sprinkled with sex.
With veins that glitter with frost,
you're my doll for a voodoo hex.

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