Weaver, faked skin...orange...mmm .... Fake tan as no sunlight? ... Or fake by day, real by night.... I love poems like this.... It reminds me of another poem about living a lie- Some Girl
"The shadow was a terrorist on the terrace" I can identify with this line. Some lines are very clear but others make me wonder, wishing I could know exactly what you had in mind. Like who or what is the "weaver of faked skin?" knowing that would shed more light into this poem. TFS- LightH2O
"The shadow was a terrorist on the terrace" I can identify with this line. Some lines are very clear but others make me wonder, wishing I could know exactly what you had in mind. Like who or what is the "weaver of faked skin?" knowing that would shed more light into this poem. TFS- LightH2O
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