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A continuation of my previous poem, Song of Spring.
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"Skin (skin) n. : A usually thin, closely adhering outer
layer […]
Skin provides a protective barrier". Or at least, that’s what
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The knowing looks you give unto me
seem
Practiced. A manufactured sympathy.
Eyes focused inward are not prone
to see
That uneven steps ..
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I hear opportunity is of Gold.
Still, I prefer Silver (so long as it
Is mine). I needn’t boldness, courage, wit,
Just to stay out w..
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Have I ever mentioned that I can
see your wings?
Like that spot on your back you
can’t scratch, you can’t see them
But I can h..
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This is probably the shortest thing I've ever written. And yet, carries more meaning for me than almost any of the others. I don't expect you to under..
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I’m so empty,
Falling apart inside
Between the broken windows
And Shattered walls,
There’s so much to hide.
Without..
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