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Mar 2019
I am pure
Am I?
I am stained beyond repair
not scarred
for my shell is thick.
They ask me why I draw and erase
upon my skin
as if I am paper.
"Why not just get a tattoo?" they ask.
So worried about me.
But I answer the same
Every time.
'I prefer the
impermanence
of pen,
for
nothing as perfect
as my own art
upon my skin
my personal
reusable canvas
should be allowed to stay.
The doodles come and go
as
sunsets and sunrise
shone on the
the lake of
tears
cried for
those lost in
the endless battle against the
impurity
of mine
and my own.
Not directly based on the book, but rather the loss of innocence without being the previous poem on such matters.
Written by
Kay-Rosa  14/Genderqueer/FSM Heaven
(14/Genderqueer/FSM Heaven)   
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