Listen!
WITHOUT CLOTHES the right temperature for singing words for pain and gladness come out smoothly the right words for today's wet sky clouds to hide its nakedness the right nakedness for chilly rain a bird's or a cedar's altogether we live in a world without clothes and are our clothes really covering us or do they show here I'm frail this is my shame I cannot go anywhere without myself or someone else the right companion for being inside my skin
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