.I met a little girl on the marketplace,
born without a proper face,
made to fill that magical sensation.
A lovely voice like a radio,
talking in a lavatory disarray
Yacuzzi conversation flow.
It was the summer of 187.
She played piano, stiff to the bone,
blue in the eyes .
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