.With my face drained of colour>
And my brain of blood
Like Billy Budd
I'm lashed to the grating;
With senses growing duller>
And with quaking heart
I make a start
At temperature equating
And my lungs suck useless air.
Like paraplegic dancers
In format
Ion te.
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