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O DROPS of me! trickle, slow drops,Candid, from me falling—drip, bleeding drops,
From wounds made free you whence you were prisoned,
From my face—from my forehead and lips,
From my breast—from within where I was concealed—Press forth, red drops—confession drops,
Stain every page—stain every song I sing, every word I say, bloody drops,
Let them know you scarlet heat—let them glisten,
Saturate them with yourself, all ashamed and wet,
Glow upon all I have written or shall write, bleeding drops,
Let it all be seen in your light, blushing drops.
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