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STEAMED WINDOWS
Heartless women wild with rhythm,
Linger long with the breath if steel;
Hot sacred dance to secret gods,
In naked fever their words self-heal.
Our Magic time must never look,
At a vastly broken day;
Yet celebrate the will of them awake,
And embrace peace when we are away.
~Yvonne Renee Moore