March reminds of the March Sisters
Their self-tribute to the force of feminity
So March believed by me is the month of matriarchy
It is a sanctuary of our femalehood...
Birthing of fruit & flower thus color in the proximity
When I have been a feminist too
I feel in more the traction of our power
Gung-Ho days thus have come to our stop

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Winter is waning
As the summer slips a peek
We call it a year

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Winter is waning
As the summer slips a peek
We call it a year

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If it is not love at first sight
It isn't love at last sight either

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I Am Writing's Associate

Oh Mr Robert Nirosh calls to me
Paul Verjak does too
Warsaw Shire calls out my novitiate
Alongside Amanda Gorman

Dead men or women alive,
all the same, take me to wit's end.

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Come into the light of
My generous heart
Thy skulking self, mister
For all eternity

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We haven't seen me clawing at walls yet.

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Who out there shall?
Know the love
I bear in estrangement

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The night drapes the perfect blanket

Over a day undone by all the sobriety

In workings of Life, in glare of the seeing eyes

When its blackened state renders a chill across

Starting me off on a vision arriving at the doorstep of my mind

From the abysses of star strung skies

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I get my back stuck in a little house as you see

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