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I take it off.The one new is tender and raw.The old skin lies on the floor;Time is this invisible broom,The wind,This cluttered room of the houseWhere I come up With these words.No blood on the ground, No bones,Just the smell of decay,The distant sou...

I take it off.
The one new is tender and raw.
The old skin lies on the floor;
Time is this invisible broom,
The wind,
This cluttered room of the house
Where I come up
With these words.
No blood on the ground,
No bones,
Just the smell of decay,
The distant sound of a bird,
A corner next to the chair
Where a few memories rest.
Yes, life is stealing my scales,
Slowly going away,
Leaving nothing but ruins,
Tears, rain.

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