Who Can Tell The Same

Skin like silk

touching the back

of my neck 

awakening the dread

of tomorrow 

Skin like ash

blowing away with

a flick

I pretend to speak

mouthing along 

to the words you

say

It’s funny

It’s hilarious

Skin like silk 

Skin like curtains 

Dawn. 

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