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Stroke your arm and think: The universe is bloodless, Not I; this body of flesh, veins, soft pulsing heart, made to spill, to break; Life, to the beat of mad drums, or hands on my skin. The universe is bloodless; Not I, this body of flesh.

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corinna-parr

American

For You?

Written by

corinna-parr

American

Published: Nov 4, 2011
LinesWords: 946

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