My face was a horror. Exposure to humanity’s rich bounty of venereal infections had overcome my once comely features and left a ghastly fright mask. Bleeding scabs and pus-filled blisters, bumps and lesions, and craters of rot and decay had completely overcome whatever attractiveness I’d once possessed. My nose had been lost to syphilis several years ago. Only an unctuous chasm moist with snot remained in the center of my face. Herpes sores and ulcers blossomed on my lips and eyelids like wild red berries. So much blood and pus seeped from my countenance it felt as if my face had liquefied and
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