FleshA Poem by ChloMatkinMy skin - like a leopard, Freckled with colours; Green, blue and gold.
There’s no hiding their shapes - Undeniably no accident.
But when I’m asked, I will always fold.
And nobody has ever questioned me - As my performance, downright Oscar worthy.
My life - a catastrophe. © 2015 ChloMatkin |
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Added on December 11, 2015 Last Updated on December 11, 2015 AuthorChloMatkinNorwich, United KingdomAboutIm a bit of a history nerd that writes a few poems and watches shitloads of TV. more..Writing
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