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Poetry: “My skin”

Another mental health thing…

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My skin

My skin
Is tired
All stretched out
Over frames
Of brittle bones
Like a bird
Too frail
To even fly
My hair
My body
Pulling down
By weights
That drag
Each step
I take
Or raise
My arm
Toward the sky
No rest
No sleep
Can wear away
This tug
This pull
All over me

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