Tlazolteotl the Therapist
The gold foil letters reading her name
Classical, never subtle
Her fame well-acclaimed
Just tell her all your troubles
Tell her all your sins
Your tall tales that you’ve lived
Listen to the advice she will give
Her voice sinks under skins
Her eyes colored in a tempting Aztec glow
She’ll be the betraying company you keep
And you can call her Tlazo
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