I touch hatred like a covered breast;
I without stopping go from garment to garment,
sleeping at a distance.
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' Do not ask my name or my condition. Leave me in the middle of my own moon in my wounded ground. ' - yes, yes, yes. Love this. Just let me continue my walk towards death. Just let me be. Xx NDS
A great message displayed for one and all. Superbly written by a master.