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THE WOMAN
I am of stone so nobody could hear me I am of clay so I could be born again I am of silence so I could listen to a morning dew I am bowed by the woe so I wouldn't remember the name of its giver I am motionless so my wail could be louder. I am of noone so I wouldn't desire I am not here It's only you looking at what I could have become. And I have become what you haven't made me be. copyright Jann C. Castor ©
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