“Dropping Stars” by Tiara Yount

Her lips hiss truth, not like a sword, like a serpent A still small voice as big as the sea Her hips carry suffering, not like a cross, like a cradle The infinite weight of the world bears She Her breasts nourish nations, not with meat, but with milk At our cry, raining down in […]
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