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for all men in my life
I 've spared a dream in a town with a bed some I loved, others brought me jellwery and sea water in a jar It's only you whom I gave dead babies. I smelt them, hugged them, like a bunch of withe tulipes in the bare arms of a bride men used to spend hours inside of me, hunting for animals, growing plants.Now we own one book each and one side of the bed. People show me family albums with naked babies and wait for me to say how lovely they are. People are mean. Snow is starting from nowhereand all my men go back to the dream, in the town with a bed It's only me who finds shelter in an empy womb
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