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Each strips his own skin 
Each bares his own constellation 
Which has never seen the night 

Each fills his skin with rocks 
And plays with it 
Lit by his own stars 

Who doesn't stop till dawn 
Who doesn't bat an eyelid or fall 
Earns his own skin 

(This game is rarely played) 

Added: 20 Feb 2002 | Last Read: 22 Nov 2008 3:37 PM | Viewed: 2400 times

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