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find
me in a skin
absolutely bounded
porous, sweaty
sewn up
at the itch
all surface
round like the map
fleas, lice track
one with wings to land upon
this little piggy went
where most at home
clad
wash it well
even a breeze may
wrinkle to tell years
rings hollow
pelted
in a scrape
to pick at
scab over
shinned
leaves an impression
soft to, rough
is impressed upon
with product
lovely hue too
all have
another side unseen
all gore
flip me over
almost done
just a touch in blind of night
bag of bones
and you in yours
they theirs
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