Other circumstances: such as needle in the arm (injection, necessary), during this too, eyes shut.
Does the skin make it insincere? We got it switched around when lack of flesh made it not.
Skin doesn’t mean anything.
Other circumstances: Nothing outside the body. All of it requires removal/insertion. (Sometimes during surgery tools are left inside, they infect, rot.)
Oh, so you like my skin, do you?
Let me tell about my—
Other circumstances: Burn victims; that would be the worst. They’ve lost the only thing.
Bruising seems to be an apt word.
*Note: The title is a quote taken from a friend. I've written another poem with the same title. I find it very inspiring.
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I was thinking about this phrase the other day as well, though almost certainly it was not in the same capacity.
You were thinking about Rory Gilmore, weren't you Daniel?
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