An unfinished first draft of something I may come back to. Or maybe not.
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Leaky portal dripping dreams,
Thirsty mouths with eyes that don't see
Falling asleep in time's lap
Running in circles until they collapse.
I am wild woman, running from truth,
I am dark skinned and barebreasted, a huntress,
Bearing the weight of centuries whips and pains,
Hunting for food that doesn't taste like children.
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