odette can sing

or bitch.

odette has small gold hoops that

match her glinting teeth in shine

odette has a deep voice

a wide and slow river resounding from

her mouth her throat her hair

odette is wise and careful

she looks at us and her eyes think.

and know.

her curly sand-hair wears a ribbon,

i wish i could hear her voice once more

it was like an old fire from precious wood

i took too little notice of her then and i hope she can forgive me

(it would break my heart if she remembered me too)

so i hope i am forgotten

if not, we can cry for what we did not know we lost

(but how will we know? how will we know?)

i know only that her voice will sound like a desert now

odette.

do u sing?

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