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So I took her to the river thinking she was a virgin but she had a husband
It was on St James's night and almost in duty bound they switched off the lanterns and the fireflies lit up.
At the last street corner I touched her sleeping breasts and, suddenly they opened like a hyacinth's petals.
The starch of her summer dress rustled in my ears like a fragment of silk ripped by a baker's knife
Away from the silver the trees had grown larger and very far from the river dogs barked over the horizon
-the faithless wife
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