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Get out of me before I scream voices of children and dogs of radios and telephones of the exhaust of buses of dead birds frozen in the gutters Don’t touch me or I will explode faded hands of the old with their old smell blighted hands of beggars crumbling trees electrical wires slicing the lucid blue skin of the sky Keep out of my mouth my heart my loins Don’t murder me with your voices of the dead that speak forever ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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