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28.2
Dieter M. Gräf
Violet Headstender, like
the violet heads
of the thistles I touched for
the first time (that's how I came
home),
were the eyes of her and
of me, grinned at me and her,
calmer than ever,
while — and
this was fine with us — the in
creasingly vehement bodies ...
they lay quite awfully on, fucked
each other very much --
translated by Andrew Shields
