"Sometimes I want to unzip my skin,
pick my bones piece by piece out of it,
reassemble them and then lie on the ground.
I want to hear the whispering souls six feet under.
I want to know what they want to say.
I want to know the thoughts that run free in their minds,
while they wait for the parting of the soil."
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PoetrySometimes, when things seem to fall down, and when we can't see anyone around to help us pick the fallen pieces up, we tend to do it by ourselves in silence. But I don't want for us to stay living with that mindset, because I still believe that help...
