Mirror Skinned

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    Mirror Skinned

    Smell dust from the skin,
    before it shatters.
    Flesh burns a whole in imitation.
    Now melt the hand.
    Acid cascades from vision,
    pouring down, it sets flame to shadows,
    destroying reflections.
    Glass melts into the skin again.

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    xxlheart commented on Mirror Skinned

    04-09-2009

    this has that coffee shoppe feel to it. excellent write.

    mykhail commented on Mirror Skinned

    02-18-2009

    Unique, again, Cross I can see you are an artist ... awesome description!

    keithrberryjr commented on Mirror Skinned

    02-14-2009

    great poem

    To have great poets there must be great audiences too.

    Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

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