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Jan 2015
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The river rippled
between my fingers
and it was velvet
and satin
and steel

The day smelled
of old earth
and secrets

that day
when we went fishing
for the truth

And the hooks
glinted in the sun
they were beautiful
and lovely

lovely killing things
Ruzica Matic
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Ruzica Matic  37/F/Serbia
(37/F/Serbia)   
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