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Jan 2012
I stare at the clock,
as it slowly ticks.
Tick, tock,
tock, tick.
I can't wait any longer.
I dig my nails in,
into my skin,
and peel.
I peel off my skin,
revealing my bare flesh.
The skin comes off like a banana peel.
I then take the skin, and slowly sew it together.
Then I wear it,
as clothes.
I look handsome.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio
Written by
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio  29/M/Salem, New Hampshire
(29/M/Salem, New Hampshire)   
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