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Quarter Inch Reveal

Wishing to take a tailor’s  scissors
Follow the dotted lines dividing my two halves
Cut the seven layers of my skin
Peeling it away from my body like a jacket
I am not afraid of a gory death
As much as I fear the insides are dry gears
Without flesh
This shell just a host
Controlled by a distant alien
Playing a wicked game
Written by Dragonyear
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