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SKINTIGHT III
Slip into a skin so tight
the memories are deep
The pluses of the heart,
the feel of heat
the skin is alight
Feeling the pull of the night
Black skin shiny
Slick and mean
Tight black
Razor keen
Skin tight
Memories are steep
Nothing to keep
Skin tight
black n white
Slick n serene
Blacken bone
Feeling the pull of light
Feeling this blight
the scorching of heat
The flashes of heart
the memories seep
into a skin so tight
Nothing keeps.
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Poet Tellaferro
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