écritoire: I am made of scales, and for each person who meets me, another one...
I am made of scales, and for each person who meets me, another one flakes off. I wonder how long it will take until I have a new skin, all fresh and new and living, but for now, everything that is dead about me disappears. I flutter to the ground, to mingle with the dirt and I wonder if anyone…
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