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I drip with my own blood; the spear holds fast, the Tree supports
I hang I hang day on day
Down I fall still pinned
From void come lines, words, worlds
I scream Them
My mouth frothed with my own blood
I scream Them
My body shaking on my mount
I scream Them into Being
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