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i  was stripped.

pared and peeled from the edge and below.  

my skin hovered over my exposed flesh 

a shadow

a dark outlook on what i once was

the night sky of my outer core.

my mind rushes open.

my heart splits in two.

my soul vapors into a horizon over my head

as i melt.

and petals. 

beautiful, beautiful. petals

shine down on me, brushing whats left 

a slight, slight brush 

circling through the wind as they're impaled with blades of grass and peacefulness. 

and i have died

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