Poetry · Writing

extended glamour:

i walk tenderly in this skin

never to crease it

waiting for someone else to pick it up

call tradesies

because this never felt like mine

never felt like i was issued the right one

a number waiting in line but they handed me the wrong one

but i took it anyway; a thief in the night

could not wait to play

i know it like the back of my hand

but nothing more then a rental

went to the dealer and all i needed was insurance

came with endurance not reassurance

i kept it clean

plenty of damage on the inside

but the outside is good

just some black eyes

should at least get the deposit back

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