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Never underestimate a woman. My sisters and I were born with the midnight sky and the morning sunrise Brewing in our eyes. Our hearts burn bright With loose embers of the fires That tried to burn our kin. Our fingertips stretch out far To touch the spirits of those Who walked the path before us. Our bellies ache For the fruit from the forbidden tree That men told us we cannot touch. Our toes tingle As they carry us to places We once thought only possible in dreams. Our minds swell With knowledge and wisdom That men can only wish to comprehend. Women are magic. ✨
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Oct 3, 2022
Oct 3, 2022 at 1:05 AM UTC
Dark Magic
Never underestimate a woman. My sisters and I were born with the midnight sky and the morning sunrise Brewing in our eyes. Our hearts burn bright With loose embers of the fires That tried to burn our kin. Our fingertips stretch out far To touch the spirits of those Who walked the path before us. Our bellies ache For the fruit from the forbidden tree That men told us we cannot touch. Our toes tingle As they carry us to places We once thought only possible in dreams. Our minds swell With knowledge and wisdom That men can only wish to comprehend. Women are magic. ✨
ashley-dewicki
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Oct 3, 2022
Oct 3, 2022 at 1:05 AM UTC
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