I complain to Heaven about you,
I complain
because no court on Earth
can hear this charge.
How could you,
how could you possibly encompass
all the women on Earth
and still walk toward me
as if you were singular,
as if creation had practiced
only once?
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 1:52 AM UTC
I complain to Heaven about you,
I complain
because no court on Earth
can hear this charge.
How could you,
how could you possibly encompass
all the women on Earth
and still walk toward me
as if you were singular,
as if creation had practiced
only once?
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