Snake Skin
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I am the skin
you've shed.
You said
I was shrinking,
you've stopped thinking
about me.
See me laying,
praying in this bed
of rose nettles
dried and crying,
greying
at the eye sockets
old and thinly
cold.
Sally Plumb
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