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.
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    mykhail commented on Mirror Skinned

    02-18-2009

    Unique, again, Cross I can see you are an artist ... awesome description!
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    keithrberryjr commented on Mirror Skinned

    02-14-2009

    great poem
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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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