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I leave my skin
all ways I go
a paper trail behind me
it falls from me
bundles on doorsteps
secrets in landfill
I shed it
in the winter & summer
spring & autumn alike
sinew begins to show
alone in the street
in the house
in the darkness
my own printing press
spits papers of my life
& less & less my body
when I am nothing
but bone
I will have found a home.
all ways I go
a paper trail behind me
it falls from me
bundles on doorsteps
secrets in landfill
I shed it
in the winter & summer
spring & autumn alike
sinew begins to show
alone in the street
in the house
in the darkness
my own printing press
spits papers of my life
& less & less my body
when I am nothing
but bone
I will have found a home.
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