On my quest
destined for glory,
My friction ridged skin
has
left
me.
So,
Away from the dermis,
I search.
Think me dumb--
Journeying
where snow
is unwelcomed in the Sol.
They
will still follow
the puddle,
will slip,
I SWEAR IT
When it finds me, they will laugh,
Point
at the unmarked
appendage.
If
touch
chases
me,
Betrays me,
Even
in the warmest
of climates,
I can be cold.
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Shine dim, such light Through curtain, not cloud Frigid fingers wipe Salt; embedded in deep pits Rattling of metal lays reminders Of...
I reflect upon my year, And then reflect once more, This time in solitude. Time and mercy chain me down To unveil the new exhibit They...
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