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Beau's Regards
A relic to remember
Poetry by seomins
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Peeling
When my thermometers descend into blue oblivion
My skin turns frail as chalk, pale as the sickly entities taped
To my face in slivers of wilted skin. I peel. And peel. And peel.
The wind whisks the debris away from my fingertips
So I hold on to as much remains of my being as possible.
I plant a scrap of my body into the dampened winter soil.
I water it. I feed it cracks of sunlight from my bedroom window.
And I storm the heavens, praying it'll grow into someone beautiful.
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By Andrea GP.
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