"I have never been called soft; my very skin rejects the notion.
You keep your silk and velvet and pearls.
Give me mud. Give me bones, and storms, and fire.
Give me the tides and the sands.
Give me a song I can hold on to,
and you can keep your soft."
You keep your silk and velvet and pearls.
Give me mud. Give me bones, and storms, and fire.
Give me the tides and the sands.
Give me a song I can hold on to,
and you can keep your soft."
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