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Epidermal macabre

Indelicate is the who loathes

The aspect of his fleshy clothes, –

The flying fabric stitched on bone,

The vesture of the skeleton,

The garment neither fur not hair,

The cloak of evil and despair,

The veil long violated by

Caresses of the hand and eye.

Yet such is my unseemliness:

I hate my epidermal dress,

The savage blood’s obscenity,

The rags of my anatomy,

And willingly would I dispense

With false accoutrements of sense,

To sleep immodestly, a most

Incarnadine and carnal ghost.

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