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The sky on weeping
The sun is
Don't the moon
The light would the cracks in her face

The earth on its ancient legs
round the sun
Like a drunk around a post
And I my mouth sore from cursing
And my that are tired of seeing

If I could off this feeling
Of guilty for living
Of never what others wanted
Of simply being

suddenly the sun could warm me
To the of my skeleton
My could ride the breezes
and flutter in the cold air