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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I am naked. _bare_ my hands (_)Whose trace are these wounds? I am naked. [naked] prominent blue grooves, - Green, - Blue, - Red! Red whispers(./:) on your skin crawls _my skin_ Is pale(.) your skin(,/.) Stretches _sketch_ [sleepy] - are you dead - are you? - you dead? my skin(!/?) I draw a line. _grooves_ [groove] are you (…/?) Red pours. Pours (./?) _Pouring_ Hanging. Burning. _flow_ The flow of the artery in the groove of my skin. [Soil] I was sleeping. What color was the soil? do you know? are you… red yes. Blue(!/?) are you alive(?/!) - I am naked my skin. Stretches. Swells. Slips. _Slipping_ thick blood behind the furrow, Bare blood contaminated on the soil, on the ground are you… [Long yawn at 7 p.m.] Dusk shall shed on me. Alas my skin! _Burning_ Alas. Consign me to the ground! - ground me are you dead? - The soil was red (./?) this groove - The soil is cold (./?) is your trace (?/.) - It was cold (./?) your paws Shall remain (./?) [your scratch mark] Bare, stretched, Swollen, cracked, this body (./,) Earth's cruel crust. wrinkled, Peeled, _Put your lips on mine_ The soil will hear us. [Soil] What is the sound of a drop? [the sound of the soil] The sound of cutting your lips What is the sound of your skin? my hands Alas! Consign me to the ground. I are you dead? Dusk, Ay. I beheld the Dusk. - It was purple "Judas, My estranged bloodline branch" Judas! Don't break my branch! [my branch] I laugh. This is the sound of my laughter: The laughter is over now. I moan This is the sound of my moaning: [moaning sound] - What is your moaning sound? my skin (./,) Cruel cracks of Earth. What flower will your wounds yield? [Judas] I beheld the dusk. It was blue, Ay (./,) your hands. your veins. Have you been dead that day? Have you? - consign me to the ground sky me Consign me to the sea _ground me_ - What is the sound of your break? Dusk, Ay I beheld (./?)
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