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Six oh six a.m. Saturday the thirteenth. Today came in through twilight When last year it came through dusk Through a different man’s musk A different moon’s scent And I prevent myself in wavering for favoring others Because how can you decide if you can’t compare another brother? Don’t call me Jezebel, ******* I’m Scheherazade on these snitches Hippolyta—A lover and a fighter Ariel--a forest nymph, bound Sappho and Joan of Arc—United Call me the Queen on the ****** But I own that **** As I am.
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Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 8:40 AM UTC
Superstition
Six oh six a.m. Saturday the thirteenth. Today came in through twilight When last year it came through dusk Through a different man’s musk A different moon’s scent And I prevent myself in wavering for favoring others Because how can you decide if you can’t compare another brother? Don’t call me Jezebel, ******* I’m Scheherazade on these snitches Hippolyta—A lover and a fighter Ariel--a forest nymph, bound Sappho and Joan of Arc—United Call me the Queen on the ****** But I own that **** As I am.
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Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 8:40 AM UTC
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