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8/2/2013 6:08:08 AM
In My Skin	This body of mine Is just a vessel, just a shell That has no more to tell About the real me Than a stone can determine The depth of a well This crude casing That I have been given To walk around in Doesn't fit my soul It sneers and frowns And brings me down Off my high horse It offers me no solace No place to hide This body doesn't fit
8/31/2013 6:44:37 PM
Flames	Make fire, Be burnt. Don't live in darkness. Love and be spurned, Battle scars earned. Don't be beige. Kick, scream and fight, And set things alight, Hold on to your ground, Summon your might; The concept's profound, And I know that they're right... Yet somehow I long for quiet. edited by evieb on 8/31/2013
8/31/2013 7:11:05 PM
In My Skin	This body of mine, Is just a vessel, just a shell, That has no more to tell, About the real me, Than a stone can determine, The depth of a well. This crude casing, That I have been given, To walk around in, Doesn't fit my soul, It sneers and frowns, And brings me down, Off my high horse. It offers me no solace, No place to hide, This body doesn't fit... However, I'm stuck with it. Surgery?
8/31/2013 7:15:37 PM
In My Skin	Dear Dean, Thank you so much for your insightful comments, I have taken them on board and reposted an updated version including your suggestions. Some rather unimaginative punctuation I'm afraid, and a new ending - not very esoteric but closer to home! Thanks again, All the best, Eve
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