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give me your face;
cut one side then pull.
hand it to me,
and you can’t have it back
until I look at you
even though you think
your insides will make me sick.
everyone thinks that their insides will make me sick.
compose yourself.
your face has been carefully made
layer by layer of bleach soaked newspaper,
phrases and snapshots;
what you think will agree
with everybody’s individual stomach.
stand up straight.
if you are ashamed of yourself,
then you make me sick.