SkinA Poem by Ben Ashelfordtoo simple i fear
old and leathered.
Pristine in youth. You can wear mine. I will try his. Gloss over hers with digital sin. Fortuatous genes. Some, that is. Wrinkles appear. To others that look. The weakest is thin. Yet Thickened through time. Mocha, Milky and caramel alike. All the same. Skin, that is. © 2011 Ben AshelfordAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on October 10, 2011 Last Updated on October 10, 2011 AuthorBen Ashelfordportland, dorset, United KingdomAbouti love to write and read. I started writing poetry at 17 when i was first published but stopped sharing my work for a few years. at 26 i have decided to start sharing again so i hope you enjoy my offe.. more..Writing
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