#35

We find ourselves as decoupage.

I think this, standing on an escalator
leaning on your arm. We bend and
mould to fit. Adapt and layer over.

When you sleep, your limbs shed skin
like changing clothes. I could take them
to hang.  Line the walls of a gallery.

We could spend the weekends walking
amongst ourselves
seeing how we've grown.

[tag word: COLLAGE - Dan Benson @kandidan]

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