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Nov 2011
I used to have the most sensitive skin.

Just any old graze could
raise the hairs on my arms
and send me into a shiver.

I used to love being touched.

Your skin is like plastic
when you breathe and stretch,
a wretched figure with
more than one world of
pain endured.

But you know,
it's interesting
(our skin),
now that I'm
calloused.
Shashank Virkud
Written by
Shashank Virkud  Tallahassee, FL
(Tallahassee, FL)   
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