margaret atwood

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At night the same nightmare plays over and over. I tell myself that women shouldn’t think, not even alone at night, but the nightmare still prevails. I am sweaty and panting. My legs are sprawled open.
the song that forces men to leap overboard in squadrons even though they see the beached skulls --Margaret Atwood   Sailors who come near our island find out voices sweet and irresistible.
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