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My stuff is so vile,
I am less than dustwhile your gleam rends the mirror's heart
My darkness lights the chafing-dishbefore I am incinerated
A miner's boottramples my head, covering me with ashes

The lump of coal my parents teasedI'd find in my Christmas stockingturned out each year to be an orange,for I was their sunshine
Now I have one C
gave me,a dense node of sleeping fire
I keep it where I read and write

I
Is the total black, being spoken
From the earth's inside.
There are many kinds of open.