This is a poem written by me, Grant Clover, a beat poet on rare occasion. Without further ado:
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Year-Bare Skin — A Short Story
I’m dying inside a little more each day. Nobody sees the years in me flaking and peeling off like dead skin from my body. But I’m crumbling. These days I even have to be careful of the wind or I might lose a decade.