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Poems and prose written between March 20th, 2009-2010 |
| Rose hips Rose came home drunk from your urns of wine. Danced through her kitchen tangled in your vines. Strangled the impulse to share what's mine: her thorns, her buds, her hips divine. © Kåre Enga [166.81] 2009-06-10 |