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6d
There was but one.
One got under my skin.
One lived and died within,
Yet lives on forever therein.
Gladly, I’ve wrapped him
In my own skin.
This is, of course, metaphorical.
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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