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Feb 2021
i see only woman's faces
stretching back to our birth by Eve,
of the men I find no traces
and breath a great sigh, of relief,

I'm not sorry father, brother
i am not sorry uncle, son
cos I am here with all our mothers
are you, with that, Devilish one?
Rew
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