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8Blood-clothwide wide i open my mouth to call the blood-rush come up nish write she name in the up-above sky with some clean white rag she band up my mouth nice niceBlood-cloths (dream in a dierent language)sand silence desert sunthe wide of open mouthblood of rush hieroglyphs her red inscriptions her name up-above sky sudden clean of white cloths wounded mouth broad back hers to tie carry bear“the voice, the voice, the voice” she whispers she walks she whispers ceaselessly