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Cavewoman
I was born on a cloud
and from there
i wrote my vertical peaks
Villagers shook straw in my eyes
Poking me with brimstone
From the light,
it gave me vowels
and from there i learned to live
Puncturing the dirt ground with truth,
Here i marked my path.
And now my belly is full,
the suitor grumbles at the fire, but i will
never let him cave my orb in,
From the moon,
it gave me silver hair
and wisdom cloths,
the spell of my womanhood is complete
Every harvest feeds me power
And i still limp to this very time
As the goddess ushers my soul to another hearth
I am grateful for this very day
The day, when i succumb,
and my children starve no more.
and from there
i wrote my vertical peaks
Villagers shook straw in my eyes
Poking me with brimstone
From the light,
it gave me vowels
and from there i learned to live
Puncturing the dirt ground with truth,
Here i marked my path.
And now my belly is full,
the suitor grumbles at the fire, but i will
never let him cave my orb in,
From the moon,
it gave me silver hair
and wisdom cloths,
the spell of my womanhood is complete
Every harvest feeds me power
And i still limp to this very time
As the goddess ushers my soul to another hearth
I am grateful for this very day
The day, when i succumb,
and my children starve no more.
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