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and their shards would pierce soft flesh today watching you washing a foot on the edge of the bath (water on polished wood) your hair tied falling and that time in gothenburg in a similar stance outside a bageri or konditori you distracted me from bread or coffee you standing your foot on a chair your hair tied falling water spilling onto painted feet (water on an industrial mosaic) without this yes without this objects would shatter |
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