sleepyskin's Diaryland Diary

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your hand is on my skin

I wake up to the smell of burned flesh
and I thought, "maybe I'm scarred."
maybe
instead I drove up to the sky
where the clouds, abstract and lighter
than the rest
flew past me.
your hand is on my skin and it's left a mark.

4:57 PM - May 14, 2002

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