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Creases of Your Skin

Mary Ocher
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Mary Ocher


The creases of your skin
they grin in silence
whatever lurks within
unseen, unfolds

And I, who's locked and silenced
Whatever lurks within
unseen, unfolds

Life is elsewhere
but not around us
Remember, these are the good days

and I... must ask... why?
Why must I wait?
For trucks with torn up bodies,
parading around the massacre



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