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Layers Of Skin - Poem by CHARMAINE SIMPSON

Twenty one,
Seven year life span,
Like layers of skin.
Each Layer slowly dies and regenerates,
Every cell - every tissue,
As the old dead layer falls away,
It makes room for new.
Unaware of this very slow process,
Unseen by the human eye,
Unless the eye could see in time lapse.
The air surrounding us full of what we refer to as dust particles.
These well known particles of dust,
Actually flakes of dead skin,
Now floating in the air we breathe.
Dead particles of skin,
Not just our own,
A collection of every person that lives.

August 2005

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 22, 2005

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