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Jun 5
We lose our true selves—
no longer misted like a morning bud—
the thickened, tangled relationships
bury seeds inside our faith,
turning it dark.

—this is the quiet inheritance of womanhood.
Zahra
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Zahra
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     Mister Truth, naǧí, Rochel and Aladdin Aures H
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