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But teeth of predators, in sheep’s disguiseWith masks on faces — my fate won’t dictate, I’m not a soul for lonesome cries, For endless shame or bitter hate! I don’t oppose the windmill’s might, And even I claim a realistic view, Yet I can be rebellious through the night, Chasing phrases on my paper and truth —
Mariana Busarova
Michelle Renee Kidwell
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