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I canvas the skins, of my sins;
I was sunburnt often;
I was winkle, beaten and tied up;
Yet in my face did I grin;
I was molded and stinky in my dreams;
In my spirit was I green;
Intervisions divided so up tight, that
All I could ever do was to lose and not win;
I was a dried up, cracked...
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