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Sep 2018
"They won't know when to stop," I say.
"So don't pour in too much.  
They will eat so much they'll explode."

Very poetic.

We sit and watch them swim -
Their bowl on the dresser
a grotesque mirrored cosmos
reflecting ours in which limitless love is poured

and in which we feast
and feast
and feast.
Opener
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Opener  The Netherlands
(The Netherlands)   
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