Without Clothes - Poem by Sebastian Soberania
this is the moment
when you find no use of clothes
you go bare
like the trees and the grass
you are so natural
mammalian and yet so
trembling and wet and
without a home to go to
you dig your own grave
and let the grass and weeds
take charge of you.
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