He said
Baby, I will make you beautiful
give me your appetite, your passion
your hope for anything more
I will make at least one dream come true
I will make you appear bored, listless & hateful
& people everywhere will admire you
He said
Baby, pretend
imagine food as the excrement
it will soon become
lose the taste for everything
turn into the shell
that's all anyone wants to see
I'll fill you in
but I must have a blank canvas
He said
Baby, I will make you nothing
& it will be beautiful
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