Smell of dull incense
Coiled in the dying-out street
Late passers-by don't stop anymore
Cackling at her offspring
Like a hen would at her chicks
She chides them into place around the table
If I love you, what business is it of yours if I love you, it is no business of anyone’s including mine own You cannot exact any requireme...
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