tomorrow i will live in my new skin,
i found underneath a dough of white,
silk spun tattoos,
it will cling and cleave,
compelling my flesh in paralysing faith.
i will stride naked free and wild,
white skin polished and preserved like a cadaver,
a silent mouth and pounding wail,
newly sketched out of control and awake,
i'll try this later and forget.
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