Only given worth to myself;
I am empty upon the shelf.
Told by word of mouth,
breathed to mean it,
but couldn't shout --
It is me.
When I greet the setting sky,
jet the blackness in my eyes,
crease the curse across my thighs...
It is me.
& when I eat the open 'morrow,
rest my worries,
calm my sorrow
I can live,
for it is me
that I live for.
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