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Pink Flesh Transparency
I am your Pink flesh transparency.
Sew me together with Blue veins,
frame me with marrow.
Boned hull of clattering, rocking mass balanced on
fifty-six little pieces. Bleedable, on occasion.
Light shines through and you will see:
a delicate thing, exponentially bound;
larger than the life breathing out of me.
Stine Loughlin
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