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I have gone out, a possessed witch,

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huanting the black air, braver at night;

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dreaming evil, I have done my hitch

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over the plain houses, light by light:

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lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.

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A woman like that is not a woman, quite.

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I have been her kind.

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I have found the warm caves in the woods,

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filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,

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closets, silks, innumerable goods;

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fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:

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whining, rearranging the disaligned.

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A woman like that is misunderstood.

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I have been her kind.

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I have ridden in your cart, driver,

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waved my nude arms at villages going by,

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learning the last bright routes, survivor

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where your flames still bite my thigh

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and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.

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A woman like that is not ashamed to die.

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I have been her kind.