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Jun 2013
a bundle of
brave little bones,
all i am.

but i’m starting
to deteriorate at
a quickened pace.

my skin’s peeling,
abandoning my body
like everyone else.

the vessel of
my soul’s learning
to leave me.

left to rot
alone, the same
fate as you.
I wanted to keep myself to the pattern of 3 line stanzas with only 3 words to each line. Here is what resulted.
Kayla Hollatz
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Kayla Hollatz
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