My skin is like paper,
easy to burn.
My voice is like sand,
gritty and scatter.
My hair is like a tree,
dry and broken.
My face is like my would,
old and crooked.
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The Random Book of Poems | ✓
PoesiaJust a book filled with random poems I wrote that are not in order but reflects on my feelings and society, as well as the things around us. --- unedited and unchanged poetry, c. 2014-16 completed, 2016
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My skin is like paper,
easy to burn.
My voice is like sand,
gritty and scatter.
My hair is like a tree,
dry and broken.
My face is like my would,
old and crooked.
