The bones are really breaking inside of me
and I have no one left to conceive of
no imagination to dry up
no silence to feign
I have no foreign war to derive pleasure from
no shame bought and sold in miles
no fame crumpled and torn like sheets
no clothes fractured and torn
no sheep counted as I fall asleep unborn
no ribbons to tie my hair
no masters to serve
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