The Poetry Kit |
| Ulrike Gerbig | |||
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Porcupines Longing For warmth We drew close Starving We fed each other Our love prickly pain made us withdraw sore all over we could not have done better at the time a porcupine is a porcupine there is nothing to forgive Now I am no Porcupine That tight And prickly Skin does Not fit me Anymore I stretched And grew left the cave an arctic time when porcupine-love saved me from dying of exposure after a metamorphosis there is no returning to a former self I cannot be With porcupines Anymore Because I am something Completely New and different. |
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