Hard was the shell of pale skin
which encased his brittle bones
tightly
like desert-dried plaster
on the gnarled branches
of a dying tree.
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Hard was the shell of pale skin
which encased his brittle bones
tightly
like desert-dried plaster
on the gnarled branches
of a dying tree.
Never, oh! never, nothing will die... (Alfred Tennyson)
TemptationOfWords
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let the conversation begin.
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