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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...
Written by Eerie
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