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Bath

Dead skin soup

marination for the soul.

The longer it soaks, the more the skin droops.

More flavor for the porcelain bowl.

Seasoned with scrubs, wash, and shampoo in the stoup.

Scrub hard, rise hot and watch the tainted drain down a black hole.

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Published: Jun 5, 2013
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