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The small and vulgar pleasures with which they fill their souls
Exiting orifices in the form of baby food
Neither interesting nor well-paying enough to threaten her husband’s sense that he was the center of her life.
Let a hundred flowers bloom
‘YOU ARE A THIRD AND IN A HOLLOW THERE CAN ONLY BE TWO’
That Foundation of Violence
Dependent on the arbitrary will of others for the basic necessities of life
They resembled talons
A horrifying daily rhythm
An uprooting and reassembling
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