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the blade acts as my brush,
your flesh,
my canvas.
i peel back
your layers
like a flower,
skin to muscle,
muscle to bone.
i wouldn't call it dissection,
but artwork.
intricate systems
and sanguine textures,
truly god's best work.
i just wish the blood didn't stain.

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