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i guess i'm like a tree
my leaves falling off for winter.
like mica, pieces slowly breaking off
at the tip of a finger print.
or like many-layered baked brie
brittle, crumbling-

i can feel essence of essentials
being sliced off
piece by piece
fluttering to the floor in a flakey fashion.
like old skin cells and just as dead

dissolve me with a drop of spit.