got out with the skin I'll eventually lose
intact for now and all "flipped bird" about it
but I still have the same challenges in my way
the same friends the same foes the same interchangeable faces
and the same eyes peering through these slits
nervous about everything on a calm day
but strangely calm when chaotic winds blow the skies apart
and the ground crumbles under my feet....
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