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Слушать(AI)Our Whole Life
Our whole life a translationthe permissible fibsand now a knot of lieseating at itself to get
Words bitten thru words~~meanings burnt-off like paintunder the
All those dead lettersrendered into the oppressor's
Trying to tell the doctor where it hurtslike the Algerianwho waled form his village, burninghis whole body a could of painand there are no words for thisexcept himself
Adrienne Rich
Adrienne Cecile Rich (May 16, 1929 – March 27, 2012) was an American poet, essayist and feminist. She was called "one of the most widely read an
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