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73 Searching Soul The dust Of human impulses Settles down This heart Beats a haste retreat From the petals of the rising sun And will not succumb To the bloodless massacres Of the soul The Power of a Woman Are not women Such people powerful and Such diamond pebbles, stubborn hope Would you were to abandon them and Cast misery on them and By all known patriarchal vices make This hard for them and Clamp their mouths and Stuff their throats with barbed wire and Put their voices on a shredding machine and By the tool of sex dishearten them and Behind office doors murder them with lust? You would realize soon Your life is such a blind moon. ...

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