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Jul 2015
We fed the sparrows.
They were the size of their eggs.

She traced the muscles of my
Arm with a nail painted

Satanic black, then rested her river
Of hair of equal tone against my shoulder.  

Didn't need to whisper
Anything. We were both there.
SG Holter
Written by
SG Holter  Fenstad, Norway.
(Fenstad, Norway.)   
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