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of me! trickle, slow drops, Candid, from me falling—drip, bleeding drops, From wounds made to 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 your 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.



is now reading this?

May-be one is now reading this who knows some
 * wrong-doing of my past life,

Or may-be a stranger is reading this who has secretly
 * loved me,

Or may-be one who meets all my grand assumptions
 * and egotisms with derision,

Or may-be one who is puzzled at me.