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Dec 2012
Peel
back the layers of your
clothes
Expose
the truth of your
soul
In bare
skin
From the scars on your
shin
to the
pin
in your
shoulder
Let your fingers
run along the cigarette
holder
gaze in awe
Hum the
rhythm
as you witness the most perfect
poem
**You
Im noticing how punctuation limits my form
© December 12th, 2012 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
Timothy Brown
Written by
Timothy Brown  27/M/America
(27/M/America)   
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