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Thus a woman speaks among you. Shall men deign to understand? —Aeschylus
I remember the castle,its stone's obsidian, the sea slapping the moat,the wall against my shoulder a frigid obscenity,wind screamingSometimes I fret that I could be wrong—the crowds' scowls are murderous,but there is a razor within my bosom, its ferocityso sharp it can't but slice true meatThe day after I did it—