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It can litterally
taste you
without you ever knowing
it is so gentle
covered with sweetness
I rest my mind
let my fingers fall asleep
for a while
I carve myself
in your responses
each time
you respond
differently
for I am never the same
at each look
I change
but on the inside
I do not move at all.  
G. Sigríður Bjarnadóttir
1981 - ...
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