peels of your skin could spoil

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your body
      oozed a vomitus sap ichor
from the withering pores
hallowed on your
swollen cheeks until your flesh
                           was coated in
                                    a viscid sin
your skin begged to molt
                     and crawl away from you
                   but you didn't let it
                you let yourself be drenched
              in the evil
                           your mother pleaded
               on knees for you to confess
    putrid yolk eyes
          and fetid sweat
your fingertips grimed the earth
    such a
            dirty                   d i r t y
person you were
and that's how i met you

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