I've been a woman
With my legs stretched by the wind
Rushing the day
Thinking I heard your voice
While it was only the nite
Moving over
Making room for the dawn
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i know my upper arms will grow flabby it's true of all the women in my family i know that the purple views like dead fish in Seine ...
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I didn't want to wait on my knees In a room made quiet by waiting. A room where we'd listen for the rise Of breath, the bur...
