Parading

and each part of me is hung out to dry marooned

:   soft thunder —Jake Skeets
and wrung of rain, wrung of every I until no I is left
and wrung of rain, wrung of every I until no I is left
:   soft thunder —Jake Skeets
:   soft thunder
—Jake Skeets

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