Let Me Be Forgotten
A poem by Inkwell, or dandyfrau~
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you have shed your skin
so many timesĀ
that the hands that greet you
in the morning are a stranger's
but though it aches
they still work
and though it breaks
your heart still beats
and, somehow, you carry on
with a stranger's hands
and a stranger's tongue