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your lips of betrayal sucked my blood like a greedy vampire

you didn't even heed my trickling scarlet tears.

you were dead into the land called unconsciousness,

yet when i forgave you, the seeping wounds did not heal

from my book Donner Womyn

dear day

cover us with miracle hay

feeding all with magic plight

no thought but light impending night

colours gold, green covering all

no need for child's death and wall

i know the ideal is far from truth

yet even different prayers forsooth

can reach the sky the earth going round

moon racing tides can feel the sound.