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shed my skin

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williamfdevault

Published: Nov 11, 2010

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like some arcane spider
I shed my skin that I might grow
and in the moments after
I have discarded the chitin
I am as vulnerable as possible
my flesh is soft to the touch
my soul is visible
my heart could be plucked
and cast away with little effort
I shed my skin that I might grow
every second of every day

William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

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