Daughter Of A Whore
P Patti Masterman
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Curse you earth and your sleepy waters too,
Your clouds that never move,
People in a long sleep;
Rutters in their groove.
Curse you sky and all your splintered nights,
Your birds that hide in flight,
Things that go missing,
In a sudden, shuttered light.
Curse my soul that I never once asked for,
And those who shut their door,
Always to be orphan;
The daughter of a whore.
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