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Leather face

Dripping souls out of my skin how many have I taken? My self, I don't even know, one, or two, maybe more, swallowed their pride and joy, taken their brides, entered their lives, I have invaded without permission! Tasted their skin and wore their face, on my face, fashion on the new level, I wanted to be someone else, but the skin too tight, secrets revealed of past lives lived, the only way to be someone without knowing someone, transition and transformation, zero collaboration, don't you want to get to know me?

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