The sun must have brutish razors on its hands,
For it to peel me pigment after pigment…
Or iron hands maybe, to mercilessly squeeze the sweats
out my pores.., savagely unstoppable! ! ! !
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Such a great story Reinalie.Very poetic very powerful indeed. Take good care Roger