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Cold Silver Skin
Lay open my cold
silver skin, marbled red
in radiant morning sunlight.
Pull from your teeth, one by one,
tiny shards of my bones.
Somewhere between hell
and my arms, you ripped the static
from the atmosphere.
Can you take me home,
display me on the table, knives at the ready.
Would you hesitate in the moment...
silver skin, marbled red
in radiant morning sunlight.
Pull from your teeth, one by one,
tiny shards of my bones.
Somewhere between hell
and my arms, you ripped the static
from the atmosphere.
Can you take me home,
display me on the table, knives at the ready.
Would you hesitate in the moment...
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