For my whole existence
I have felt like nothing but skin and bones
though,
when I began to unravel
becoming unrecognisable
my first steps
after I had shed;
were brought
from the unfamiliar place
that we call
ourselves.
- Author: Observant (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 18th, 2018 17:29
- Category: Unclassified
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