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I have forgotten me. And she draws my face back, smoothing the wrinkles, distending the belly. Into yellow and red swim suit and too large sunglasses and indulgent grin. The child again floating face down smiling into the blue rippled depths of my concrete tired old soul.

My hair is happily knotted again.

~this is BJORK

6:40 p.m. - 2005-03-02
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