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Flaking From Your Face

The Itch Must Burn

The Uncontrollable Scratch

Your Hands Unturn

Peel Fluently

Dropping Off

Everything You Ever Had To Grow

Amounts To Naught

As I Walk The Isle I Think It Out

My Comestibles Touched By Hands I Doubt

I Know Its Petty Though I Give A Fuck

I Just Don’t Want My Shit Covered In That Chicks Muck

I Fear The Worst

Flake For Your Hearse

Shedding Into The Crust Bucket

She Serves Me Though I’d Never Fuck It

Thy Peels The Worst

Crustated Since Your Birth