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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2006-09-16 | | Motto: ”My uncle loves me too much…” Gwendolyn Brooks I don’t know how old I am perhaps six or seconds before in the florist-shop across the river all vases smell like hell he is standing in a floating tub in the middle a central-piece on a quantity of water my uncle is nice my uncle is fishing I like him a lot he loves me too much family is my uncle a central-piece in a tub with birds barracudas and flowers one day he told me a secret a florist I’ll be six feet under his tub full of birds barracudas an flowers I am not even a woman I think I am not even a girl perhaps an ear around his tongue he loves me dangerous my uncle I'll be a feather I am a vase I do not like my uncle anymore
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