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“It came to me…” It came to me- unclaimed - knocked at the door disrupting my quietness, new, incredible, unique out of my speech, a heart I did not expect. A heart, so unmanageable, like a child out of a virginal womb, - fat and dubious artifice, resembling a grave cherub - pulsating on the table and bleeding between my hands while the world happens. Erminia, 2 January 2002