Her women are gradually, Loosing count of their fooleryTheir men, threshing boardsWith fresh spikes to crush their wakeIt is an era of healingThough the healing balm is crushed.It is the dawn of an infant Whose parents are sold to the oblivionWhile she wallowed in naivetyWill the morning twilight give way.Seeing the uphill of a growing offshoot?
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