My skin fell off
this morning.
I wanted to save it,
observe it under a
microscope,
see what I am made
of.
Instead, I threw it
away,
a piece of me in the
trash.
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The wisdom of
wrinkles, that
causes a crinkle
in your own sphere,
a different perspective,
a different elective
as that mystical
wheel keeps turning,
equalizing all.
-----
Forever entertwined
in each other's
breath.
-----
Bubbling broth,
steamed windows,
finished the night
with a cookie.
Boys night.
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Walking alone
rock
Flying by
paper
Swimming through
scissors
Jumping
shoot.
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