Of Me

As many as it takes,
Layers seen, peeled
Slowly, pulled off of
Me, like it is in side
Wide open, it knows
Too well, much, the
Touch scraped red,
Cover of that book
Shook, fanned and
Free, letters in a pile
High on a one sheet

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