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coming through the grate

i
take this cheese grader and scrape it across my face in the
mirror. little bloody pieces of me come through the grate. i salivate
while i pull it over my face and watch the pieces fall away to the
floor. what a mess i create as i grate away at my face with every pull i
make.
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