skin is no blank space
can't you see the marks,
the empty face?
still leaving a trace
breathing out
skin is like the moon
holes and stones all over me
feeling the rocks settling in my body
it makes the breathing harder
breathing in
rushing floods are
in between
drowning my pages in colour
every time I try to get rid of skin
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