Skinn
slip out of my skin that
i am not comfortable in
i don't care much for how i feel
as long as i make you happy and
keep it real.
chaos chases cause away:
to return another day we pray
chant the lips of the dead
with their wisdom that they spread
i am often jealous of them,
comfortable in their own skin
at peace with time to think
together for ever into the earth they sink.
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