i have no skin
i try to paint it in
but i'm flesh and bone
people see me, then leave me lone
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Poetryredefinition; sculpting, acceptance. figuring out which way to go. questioning mortality. new sense of direction. restarting internal insurrections. letting go and standing tall. "in a cave where light cannot be a winding maze of multiple ways to es...
born without
i have no skin
i try to paint it in
but i'm flesh and bone
people see me, then leave me lone
