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Artemis
be my protector
after
Maggie, after Elif, after Beatrice
in
a womb not telling
that's
how long it takes
wild
animal of the virgin ages
before
the first tree fell
that's
where dreaming and we were
hunter
and hunted are one
this
is the land that I come from
forest
was the first matter
half
past the clock
and
home
never
meant to stumble in
to
see, be seen
be
changed, be torn
rain
with stars shone
trees
weep
because
of here I am in it
the
garden to begin
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