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Burning Flesh
I burnt myself again.
The pong of the rotten smell.
The flames seep my skin.
Burning like a fire.
With the amber flame.
Strange as it sounds
I dont feel the pain.
A twisted sense of realese.
The pain I do not feel
As my flesh bursts into flames.
Skin peeling like a snake.
It dosent bother me.
I need and deserve the pain.
poem
by
Amy Louise Kerswell
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