Pull The Skin - Poem by Naveed Akram
Pull the skin as a beauty forming grim,
Baths tore apart the skin of a forelimb.
Though labours battle to damn the concert,
Something collects where he lay with discomfort.
Skin is the work of a life to connect,
Controversial agony is to correct;
The currents to greatly wear are spotted,
This skinned animal I saw was guarded.
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