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Stitches and patches holding me together 
The faint scent of formaldehyde as my perfume
Hollows in my body 
Crude sutures to hide my insides
Decaying slowly comes 
Skin hardens and roughens to a leathery touch
Peeling blood soaked bandages 
Milky white eyes stare into yours 
The things you do to preserve my image



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