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Dead I am for flesh I have none, my bones bleed. Cracked to splender, bored with holes, like a fountain, I spray the sky. Trample the ground, feet I have none for the heels of my soul has rotted away. Eaten by time through the most of days. My hands to reach, for arms I have not and touch shall I never rest upon. A heart that beats lay crumbled to dust and life ceased to be lived. Thawed by the night for heated I am cold, no substance to this corspe, a lifeless body.   by E. Taylor