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Lust Disease<\/strong><\/p>\n Scrape the excess – good from my head. Cut along the dotted line, In the closet – it will be the same. Painted happiness – hiding my weaknesses. I feel not a thing, [\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][\/et_pb_section]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Lust Disease Scrape the excess – good from my head.Paste upon me – the waste that’s made me whole.I peel so softly – my favorite pet.I’ll erase it – if the face won’t fly. Cut along the dotted line,and find the hidden face,I know it will replacethe one I left behind.Remove it from the sheet,and […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"on","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-1115","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.mfkr1.com\/online\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1115","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.mfkr1.com\/online\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.mfkr1.com\/online\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.mfkr1.com\/online\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.mfkr1.com\/online\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1115"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/www.mfkr1.com\/online\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1115\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1324,"href":"http:\/\/www.mfkr1.com\/online\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1115\/revisions\/1324"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.mfkr1.com\/online\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1115"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
Paste upon me – the waste that’s made me whole.
I peel so softly – my favorite pet.
I’ll erase it – if the face won’t fly.<\/p>\n
and find the hidden face,
I know it will replace
the one I left behind.
Remove it from the sheet,
and hang it up to dry.
Leave it until it’s ready to crumble.<\/p>\n
Same as always – as it was before.
Fore the widows – came crawling through my head.
Head, weaving – webs of lust disease.<\/p>\n
Tape my eyes shut to set my mind at ease.
Force the glue out. Feel my soul burn.
I will trace it if the face won\u2019t stay.<\/p>\n
for this picture inside.
No way, no where to take,
the loosening places, the faces that hide.<\/p>\n