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Sep 2014
Hair the colour of
Crow's wings.
Smiles like suns,
Laughter on every
Breath.

**** each boy who
Hurt you playing
Man.
****
The time it took to
Find a friend

And melt into her
Like a weld, heated and
Hammered and attached
At the soul, saying when
They ask if her heart is big:

*It's dragging on the ground
Behind her when she
Moves.
SG Holter
Written by
SG Holter  Fenstad, Norway.
(Fenstad, Norway.)   
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