These lives once clung
to me;
supplying warmth and
energy.
But they've dried out
and left me cold.
So I peeled them off,
shedding skin that's old.
Cleansing, cleansing.
Determined to leave
my epidermis
smooth and new
before 2020.
-m.b
Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 9:08 PM UTC
These lives once clung
to me;
supplying warmth and
energy.
But they've dried out
and left me cold.
So I peeled them off,
shedding skin that's old.
Cleansing, cleansing.
Determined to leave
my epidermis
smooth and new
before 2020.
-m.b
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