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By Nadia Solis

 

Chase me not!

Though young of heart,

my bones are as glass

not yet tempered

 

My skin is bible Thin pages,

and the lines of my being

are India Ink watered down

And Left to bleach

 

in the nonexistent mercy

of the sun.

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