unEasy Skin

Posted: March 16, 2014 in Poetry
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I drift out by myself
I sell out from myself
No one no where else

The sun will burn away
The world will turn away
Here we holy hell

This skin does not want felt
This air I never felt
Done deal being dealt

The truth some never tell
Whisper but never tell
Sit there by yourself

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