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Oct 2013
This skin is thin as paper
As thin as treacherous ice
As thin as empty bones of birds
As thin as silk on thighs
This skin seems made for breaking
And yet this skin is mine
thick or thin it's here to stay
And hold my guts inside
Elsbeth Poe
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Elsbeth Poe  California, USA
(California, USA)   
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