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the dawning
weeps the dawn who birth me
keening insurrection inside me turns
I look away in fear
I can not bear it
resounding betrayal becomes the violence
I am what I hate
fearful perfection awaiting at the garden gates
innocent child bride turns the key lost inside me for centuries
behold a parable
time himself stands watch
eons becoming more the woman I am
eternal need prophesies
it will be as it should be
alterations in course cause concern
I will not forsake the trust
truth born of pain will prevail
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