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Wear my Skin

You want to know how it feels
Being hollowed out
Apple cored, centre lost?

You want to know how it feels
Leaking salt water
Filling oceans with tears?

You want to know how it feels
To hear your heart break
And catch the pieces in your hand?

You want to know how it feels
To have your soul rent;
Half in a grave, half out?

You want to know how it feels
To lose your gentle lover;
Your own sweet man?

You want to know how it feels
When your grief is not valid
In the eyes of the world?

You want to know how it feels?
You have to wear my skin;
But I doubt it would fit.

P H Brookes © 1997

poem by Paul Brookes
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