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Crimson Anger

Butterflies in my stomach

Not first kiss, first love,

first dance butterflies

 

A stampede of furious butterflies

throughout my body

 

my body

 

my body that I've 

lost ownership of

 

woman is child

woman's job is to look pretty,

to smile, to hide imperfections,

to give her body

 

woman is vessel

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