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Sep 2020
it creeps
under your skin
sinking in to the depths of your weary pores
and shrinking
under layers of itchy fabric is the way
your mind believes it will survive

that empty
numbing
cold
has made home in aching bones
and running noses
and brittling skin
and drying lips
sorry it's been a while. i got into writing a short story and have been working on that instead of poems recently.
Written by
essie  24/F/new york
(24/F/new york)   
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