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no one sleeps now accept the sneering man with the key.
when he wakes up, it jingles like he is opening doors.
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the old lady with scars from her husband sketches our faces.
she says it helps her remember her own.
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one day she will paint canvas blue for her freedom.
my father says my art destroys his soul
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we are women the men want broken.
we are captives, shards of their unmet desires.
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at night, we form a line of 13 women,
we wait for the owl and feed her words from our hands.
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the owl returns with messages from the Goddess.
we dance like women set free.
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