Cleavage

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 I'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

Marcette, Swamp Hag
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