like a layer of skin.
Wrung and squeezed
my blood spatters
the dust.
Sloughed from the body.
Waste of an age
forgotten.
Lost as a whisper
of memory.
Searching for that place
where the moon swallows
the sea.
This one needs a lot of help. Is it clear what I'm talking about?



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