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breadcrumbs
the skin is a pilgrim
every cell is always in its right place
each one moving closer to be shed
casting a mountain
the first attraction
first hint of disgust
the beginning of all truth and lies
the lures and repellents in a roll of the hip
and it's this hallowed trail I followed
the skin is a pilgrim and another's
the pilgrimage
I've travelled long enough
and I'll shed no mountain now
but I hope to leave something here
to remember
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