Realness Skin

Part. 1:

I saw a picture

Yesterday
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How strange it is
That after all that
We are strangers again

Impossible. - I wondered
How strange it is
That after all that
We are still strangers

-Once rubbed real, you are real forever



Part 2:

I think that’s what scares me most
About realness:
The idea
That you’re rubbed real forever.
Our bodies grow over raw flesh,
But no callus layers
Realness Skin
Rubbed off the body
Fell to the ground.

I think about that skin
In the dirt,
How it will be become a tree
Or a flower
Or a weed little girls wish upon.

Although the timeline’s uncertain
The earth knows nothing
But to cultivate fallen realness

The earth knows only terrifying beauty.

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