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May 2010
The skin on my *******
Has all peeled off.
I have shed my sea-goddess skin
And am now again ordinary.
The only memento I have
Is the continued ache
And the residual redness.
Both will soon be gone.
As my skin peeled I thought
I thought of how snakes shed their skin totally differently.
I thought of how the flakes coming off would never stay whole
Always ripping into smaller bits.
It was kind of creepy
And kind of awesome.
If it would rip off whole,
Maybe I could construct a clone
Or a doll
To have some company.
Written by
Christine
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