There are twenty eight layers of me.
Not a single day would help you see..
Not many have gone beyond three.
Who am I kidding?
Not many see beyond this face.
I am deeper than the darkest blues..
I go higher than what meets the eye..
I am a feeling, a truth.. a message.. a reflection.
A soul dancing in a vessel.
I am decorated by skin and bones.
These hands are merely tools.
They tire and they can break...
But my heart remains.
I live.
Every year I've grown..
I am so much more than you'll ever know.
A.S.
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