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I feel like I’m made of maggots and rot, Something foul blooming in the place love forgot. A banquet of decay beneath porcelain skin, A smile stretched wide to hide what’s within. They say I’m lovely — eyes like dawn, A gift to hold, to brag upon. But ribbons lie, and bows deceive, They always take, and then they leave. They peel me open, soft and slow, Unwrapping want with hands that know » Continue Reading