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KRAUS / BIO



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​VALLEy
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Night after night,

We spoke
of casual things.

But when I swelled like
the valley,

Your hands grew
thorns,

And the child grew
thorns, like you.

I whispered of secret
things.

Too loudly: you once heard
and the child—

he heard too.

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