Skin
When we drop the shuck calledskin
and see without the shards of earthly glass
we notice
We all start human
we all strive being human
we all end up human,
we don't really own anything
we are all born to die;
What is this skin hierarchy we feel
when no talent, knowledge and abilities
are ever linked
to flesh shirt?
Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2025-11-24 at 08:12
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