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Skeleton

Member since 2004 · Posted 8 Feb 2005 · 0 comments

If I had no skeleton I could be mashed, moulded Like the clay God spits on, Breathes on, makes man of. As it is, I am a rib. I'm of the line of moon. So let me fit the curve of lip Like an instrument of peace; Dove-throated chord. I won't speak, except In holy breaths I take For holy songs to make.

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