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I peeled this skin of mine,
Shedding my shell, I was vulnerable,
I twist and twist — slowly making a rope,
But it wasn't ever enough...
Even when my bones are prickling at my flesh,
It wasn't, it never was and never will.
I watched how the glass fogged up,
My lips pressed upon it, I exhaled,
For how many years have I been doing this?
Wanting to escape the prison of a bottle,
But I can never for I was small,
Compared to this big world I'm living in,
It didn't deter me though, to try and try.
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"Trying is better than nothing at all..."
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A World of Poems
Poetry"The dead that weaves in the spindle, A bundle of silk - woven and spun, Collected and collected, Until it's a huge massacre of stars." -Excerpt This is an original made poetry collection about life and are written in many forms of genre like love...
