pretty's just armor
something else
to wear like a dress or a name
not magic like skin
apparel apparent apparently
repellant pretty
don't draw
flies like
honey we just pretend
it does skin is
what draws you don't
believe me
just think skin flick
the winter sky
is not a skin you
might fly right
out
past it but pretty
makes an atmosphere
it's hard to get back in
one hitch one weak
O ring and you are that
white dense
puff of pinkish smoke
too thick for cloud
trailers swerving off in opposite
directions someone not
coming home you believed
lifting off you were
bound somewhere boundless
you will never be that
pretty again
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