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Such agony in honesty
breaking bleeding shell release
I'm fresh and soft sore pink new
You are locked in your imaginary box
(red witch holds your key)
I am waiting for you.
Look for me.
Hear me, see me flesh is sweet
inhale my scent
I, fresh as white soap with water
I, who can cleanse your soul and make you whole.
Open to me.
See me.
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