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Oct 2015
It was the iridescent shine that first revealed the truth
That beneath the unnatural glimmer was something ghastly
The next thing I saw was my forehead starting to peel off
I took the edge of artificial flesh and tugged in horror
Akin to a serpent shedding dead skin
There was a faint smacking sound
As my eyelids were hastily ripped off
Right before passing a smile made of clay
It was done
I opened up to take a look
Staring at the figure reflected
Into the face of a stranger
Kush
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Kush  20/M/United States
(20/M/United States)   
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