1.2 Skins

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the stone skimped across the water
the wind rustled leaves of trees
sun's rays burnt skin that Summer
and you whistled along with silent breeze

but there's no more water
the trees are bare
my skin no longer
covers my brittle bones
you weren't aware
of the sadness only I had known.

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