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May 2010
this precious armour on my heart,
this sacred piece of godly art,

this cover stretched across my bones,
this veil of life my soul now owns,

this sheet draped from my head to feet,
this aging cloak of olive meat,

this sculpture that will never keep,
this beauty that is but skin deep.
Nekatu Poetry © Arik Fletcher
Arik Fletcher
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