To MotupaRebotile. Thank you for following me and do be careful of needles!!!
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Could you lend me a needle, seamstress?
My limbs are aching to be sewn with flesh,
Flesh of those I slaughtered for my own,
To sew their faces upon mine and steal their smiles,
Sewing their perfect bodies on my own,
I craved their perfection and flawless skin,
Yet, I could never seem to wear it perfectly,
Instead, it made me uglier; a monster,
And so you see, I can never stop my slaughter,
Nor will I ever stop to wear more flesh.
Now I would like to ask, seamstress,
For you to lend me your scissors,
To stab your milky essence you call skin,
And use your silk like hair as my thread,
You will be proud for I shall wear your skin confidently.
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"Find your own skin — wear it proudly, for there are no two alike and there is no other person in the world that can strut your skin like you do..."
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A World of Poems
Poetry"The dead that weaves in the spindle, A bundle of silk - woven and spun, Collected and collected, Until it's a huge massacre of stars." -Excerpt This is an original made poetry collection about life and are written in many forms of genre like love...
