My skin is not the colour of peaches,
But of nectarines;
White flesh, blue spider web veins,
Thin, like paper,
Smooth, like vapor.
My skin is soft, but not supple.
It is unyielding;
Teeth have tried to pierce this skin
To taste my blood
And failed.
My skin is not the colour of peaches,
But of nectarines;
White flesh, blue spider web veins,
Thin, like paper,
Smooth, like vapor.
My skin is soft, but not supple.
It is unyielding;
Teeth have tried to pierce this skin
To taste my blood
And failed.
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