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First Line: This is the granite me
Last Line: Your unencumbered anonymity.

This is the granite me:
These stript bones,
These polished struts and knobs,
The wrist and knees' precise articulation,
The skull's cool edifice --
These, the outlasting me;
While the swift nerves,
Bearers of rapture, of electric pain,
Tuned to a thousand subtleties,
These and the procreant brain
Share the mortality of froth on waves.

Therefore, persistent skeleton,
Impervious and changeless,
I, integral, unique and perishable,
Do hereby abdicate, bequeath to you
What is already yours; your sovereign prize
Your unencumbered anonymity.

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