Baby, I'm phosphophyllite to you
You only think I'm pretty when I break.
The tears running down my face are your nectar.
I'm the geode and you're the hammer
You break me apart and admire your own strength.
Baby, you can cleave me apart and
'll cleave myself together.
So if you'll need to be cruel,
Do it to me.
I can put myself back together
No matter how many times I break
Apart for you
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