Under Byen - Heart child
My heart child
My sinner / 'sinneress'*
Moist chains are singing
Between the branches and windfall / fallen fruit
In the wild garden
In the early light
She disguises herself
And steals the night
I guess you have also seen her
In the cabinet / boudoir
That hair around the shoulders
Has later alone
Collapsed over the table
Knocked over the wax
With your awkward arms
By the thought of the line
From back to hip
In the car
Where she vomits / throws up
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