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To me my hair is like bird fur
My arms are smoked and chalky violet
Violent in its manner
Mysterious in my thoughts
The shadows bathe me grey at dusk
You'd think my snout was blushing
Tonight I am something else, you see
To me my hide is free

18 Oct 10

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violet violent, it a good poem for the unknown persons here, I liked specially the 2 last lines, Hulda
 — Hulda