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SKIN
Contributed by
Nardo
on
Tuesday, 4th January 2005 @ 10:28:48 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Young skin fresh from birth. Soft smooth veins like road maps lead to the very heart of stories yet to be told. Time is like a stone thrown into a pond leaving ripples, each one telling the accounts of this young skin growing firm and more firm as season pass. Adulthood provides scars, indications that this soul has lived as the map grows and stories are told. The heart now bigger pumping harder blood like fire racing through the veins. Traggedy love freinds family becomes cities and towns on this road map of the soul. Soon enough time takes it's sour toll on this skin now aged and sagging like a book whos pages are yellowed tattered and torn, forgotten on the shelf. To me, this skin is the best, for it knows what the young does not it can provide history on the face, love from the heart and a kind of energy from the hands that only comes with age before this skin returns from where it came.
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Nardo
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2005-01-04 10:28:48] (Date/Time posted on
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