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I traced her splendid

spine,

beneath my fingertips

Each night, counting

all her

bones, like twinkling stars

Knowing, that one by one

they all

belonged to me

Each and every faithful night

as we lay

in bed,

I counted all her bones

And whether we made love

or just chewed

our words, till falling asleep

I counted them all the same

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