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a thin skin of bullfight dust a thin skin of bullfight dust chewing up the fright covering the days the baptizers cage can wait the exorcists medicine can try the sun falling needles on the water in tiger lines one speck of skin dust at a time every seven years we become another time steals and stretches and retracts we just measure and try i've been a child for long as i remember a thin skin of bullfight dust chewing up the fright covering the days |