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Monica MankinAfter the RapeYou want the triumph. I know. a violin-shape scathing windowpane, in a doorway on strong thread with blood I wear instead of a scream. where as long as I am still I will be left forgiven the culprit, and swept clean from my human heart. You want me But tell me how, without this pregnant pause I might crawl out of my weak and stupid self of moon and the thousands of gleaming wet
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