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Clean
Lather
Rinse
Repeat
Scrub
Until bones
Are revealed
Shed
What the skin
Concealed
You will be clean
Replenished
Brand new
Fresh blood
Already
Keep on scrubbing
Just look at you
A squeaky clean corpse
Doesn’t it feel freeing
To be so clean like me
He held the mirror up
So I could see
Sobs shook me
Diminishment
Never looked so ugly
I bathed in sin
That night
Grew tougher skin
He shrank back
Inside himself
With fright
He froze to ice
But having skin
Kept me warm within
I love the way I look
In sin
He watches
Immobile
Perfection is frigid
Like him
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